Circle City: The magickal record of the first Comselha Working.

Circle City: The magickal record of the first Comselha Working.

This document records the results of the first use of the Comselha Ritual, described
separately in Comselha: An Enochian Macrocosmic Ritual.
For those who do not have that paper, the purpose of the ritual is to invoke the power of
the creator-god of the Enochian system from its origins outside the Enochian realm,
and to bring that power down through all of the macrocosmic powers contained within the
Elemental Tablets. Finally, that power is anchored in the magician as he stands in the
center of the circle of working.

The symbolism of the circle and the procedures followed are shown in detail in the
referenced paper. The rationale behind the attributes of the individual letters of the
Senior's names (seen here in the symbolism of the visions) is explained in detail in
chapter 2 of a work-in-progress, released through Black Moon publishing under the working
title, Godzilla Meets E.T. Since the rationale involves a complete revision of the
Golden Dawn system of attributes, it is too complex to go into here.

Briefly, this working transforms the Tablet powers into a form consonant with the
medieval conception of the Macrocosm. That is, the conception that the heavens are
composed of spherical "shells" surrounding the earth, each holding the power of
a given planet. The outermost shell is the sphere of the fixed stars or zodiac. And
outside this outer shell is the Empyrean, the unconditioned realm of the divine.

The circle of working is built of four concentric circles. The outermost is a narrow
circle divided into twelve sections, each attributed to one of the Enochian Names of God.
The next is another narrow circle, divided into four sections attributed to the Elemental
Kings of the Tablets. The third sector contains the names of the twenty-four Seniors,
arrayed radially from the outside inwards. Each letter of a Senior's name is attributed to
one of the planetary circles, going in cabalistic order from Saturn at the outside to Luna
at the inside. The innermost circle represents the earth, and symbolically contains within
it all the Lesser Angles of the Tablets.

Prior to the opening of this record, I had worked at building the circle and harnessing
the powers for a period of approximately three weeks. During this time, I was entirely
concerned with establishing the powers in the desired form, and was not looking either for
changes in my awareness or visions of the sort recorded here. Nothing of note was recorded
during that period. Nor had I as yet conceived of any specific use for the completed
circle. The work was an experiment, simply to see what would happen.

The primary work was done astrally, with a physical diagram of the circle (with the
names of the powers in place) in front of me for easy reference. I noted that during
construction the diagram had picked up a bit of the invoked power, but did not consider it
important. It was while studying these forces in the diagram that my vision opened and
this record begins.

The reader will note large gaps in time between various sections of this record. During
the interim, I was either engaged in activities having nothing to do with the Comselha
work, or was receiving results from it in modes other than the visionary. These latter are
still being absorbed, and will be presented at some future date, if it seems appropriate
to do so.

Note that the visions were recorded as they occurred, and the pages that follow show
that record verbatim, without deletions, additions, or modifications.

8/18/1993

I was sitting contemplating a diagram of the structure used in the Comselha ceremony.
All at once my vision opened up, and it seemed that this was not just a circle of names,
but a City. Four great ways led along the four directions; between them lesser (but still
large) avenues followed a radial pattern from the center to the periphery, and narrower
streets followed concentric circles.

Between these avenues there were buildings, of which each was a great city in itself. I
saw beings come out of these buildings; they moved inwards along the avenues, reached the
center, and moved outwards again. Each of them carried a banner upon which a unique device
was emblazoned.

Looking outwards I saw that the whole was surrounded by a great wall with twelve gates,
and beyond the wall there was nothing but a white chaos. Above each gate was a banner on
which was written one of the Names of God. And each banner seemed to radiate a power
outwards towards the chaos, as if each word were a declaration to the larger universe,
made with an unwavering, undefiable intent, as if God were saying through them: "Here
I have made my city. Chaos does not rule here, nor the larger order, but only myself. What
occurs herein occurs by my will only, and none may enter in nor leave save if they have
conformed to my will." The intensity of this radiation is undescribable. It is a
power so steadfast, so implacable, that defiance or avoidance cannot even be considered,
let alone achieved.

Immediately within the wall was a broad, circular band. At the center of each quarter
of the band, there was a tall, thin tower rising high. At the top of each tower was a
great spherical light several times the diameter of the tower, burning like a sun. One got
the impression that at the center of these lights, matter was so dense, so compressed,
that space itself was warped; it seemed as if the radius of the spheres, measured from
center to edge, was somehow longer than the diameter of the sphere as measured from
opposing points on the outside.

I saw that from the outer chaos many beings were appearing and approaching the gates.
As they passed the gates they changed in some way; their movements and forms became
restricted in some way that was not clear visually, but was nonetheless certain. Where
outside the gates they had come from all directions, now they moved in orderly lines, and
the forms of those in the lines were relatively uniform where before there had been great
variation.

These lines of beings approached the towers, and the beings began to climb the outside
of the towers as if climbing three sets of invisible spiral stairs. They approached the
top and vanished into the spheres of light; each one that entered the spheres added to the
impression of great internal density, and added to a sense of great power being
accumulated therein.

A critical degree of density was reached, and upwards and outwards from each sphere
were thrown seven great beams in the spectral colors. The central beam continued directly
upwards into the sky; the others fanned out like a peacock's tail. And I saw that these
"beams" were composed entirely of living beings, each showing the nature of the
planet in whose beam they were. Still at a great height above the city, these beams or
streams moved along the band until they were opposite one of the rows of buildings between
the avenues. Then the beams or streams of beings fell downwards; as they landed they began
to move inwards, entering the outermost building in the row to which they were assigned.
But while the stream was still in the air, a few of their number were separated from the
stream, as if blown away by a gentle wind. These moved inwards above the buildings,
dispersing evenly along the row. Then they fell gently down and in some way became
incorporated into the buildings' structure.

As the beings moved inwards through the buildings, some split off from the flow at
each. These took up banners, moved out onto the radial avenues, and joined the throng
moving towards the center of the city. The remainder continued through the buildings,
leaving a seventh of their original number in each.

Now it appeared to me that each circle of buildings, moving inwards, was slightly
higher than the one before, so that the whole had the appearance of a shallow cone. The
circular area in the center (which contains the lesser angles in the full pattern)
appeared as a cylindrical hole. And this hole was filled with light, apparently coming
from the innermost circle of buildings, which have the quality of the Sun.

The beings moving inwards, who now appeared angelic in character, stepped off the edge
and began to rise in the air, following a widdershins spiral course above the
circumference of the hole. The beings on all twenty-four avenues did this, and their paths
extended the cylinder upwards. They climbed and reached some point high above, where they
disappeared. As more beings followed them, a great sphere of light gradually came into
being above the top of the cylinder, echoing the towers in the quarters on a much larger
scale.

As the sphere continued to brighten, it seemed as if it were releasing some sort of
essence in the form of a gentle wind, breathing outwards in all directions. This essence
suffused the region above the city, forming a region shaped like the domed-topped crystal
cylinders sometimes used to enclose antique clocks. This region enclosed the entire city,
including the central column and sphere, in a violet light.

Now the beings began to emerge from this central sphere, and moved downwards around the
invisible column, still moving widdershins so that their paths crossed their upwards paths
and enclosed the column in a net or web. Reaching the level of the innermost buildings,
they moved outwards along the same columns by which they had entered. Each still carried a
banner upon which a unique device was emblazoned.

Reaching the outer ends of the avenues, each line split into two. One line continued to
move directly outward, going through one of the twelve gates. The other line moved into
the tower of the quarter, entering into it by a series of doors at ground level. These
latter appeared to vanish, as if their substance was being re-incorporated into the
structure of the tower and its surmounting orb of light.

The former lines moved out into the wasteland, the regions of white chaos surrounding
the city. Leaving the outer gate, each individual took on its own path of movement. But
all these paths were regular, spiraling outwards for some distance from the city, then
coming back in to touch the walls of the city at a tangent, then spiraling outwards again.
The combined paths of all these beings began to form the outlines of a lotus of myriad
petals. And where these petals formed, the chaos took on colors, all the known colors and
some men cannot see with their natural eyes. The city thereby extended its influence
beyond its walls, and that which was formerly chaotic took on order as well.

But this was not the same rigidly-defined order as within the city. It was as if the
city extended its order outwards, but did not demand that those it influenced do any
particular thing to conform to it. Rather it seemed as if each being within the chaos was
free to make its own way, to determine it's place within the lotus-pattern, or to choose
not to participate if it did not wish to.

And beyond the lotus, threads were thrown out, passing far into the chaos. These
eventually made links with other cities which were imposing their own patterns upon the
chaos-stuff, far away.

9/6/93

I decided to try exploring this city some more. Entering into the vision at a point
high above the city, I moved downward and landed outside one of the gates; specifically,
the gate of ORO. As I came down it felt as if my astral body were becoming a sketchy
outline of its usual self, as if it were becoming the body of a less than human being,
perhaps that of an elemental of some sort.

I moved towards the gate, and saw that an angel holding a writing tablet and stylus was
standing there. This angel had white wings, white hair, and was dressed in a robe of
Piscean purple. As I moved up even with this being, he said "Hold!" in a loud
voice.

I turned to him and did the signs of the Rending and Closing of the Veil, to which he
responded with the signs of LVX, which I in turn returned to him. I tested him with the
hexagram of Pisces and the pentagram of Air, neither of which affected him.

The angel looked at me for a while, studying me. Then he said, "You may enter in
here if you will, o man, yet it would be better to enter by the gates of the Sun." I
was uncertain whether he meant the outer gate assigned to Leo, or some other place. He
indicated that he meant one of the gates at the center of the city, where the powers
passed into and out of the central courts.

It seemed as if I should follow his advice, but while waiting I had absorbed some of
the force surrounding the Pisces gate, and felt attracted to it. I hesitated for a while,
trying to decide. Eventually I chose to go with his idea, and rose in the air above the
city, moving inwards. But at the same time it seemed that a portion of my astral body had
split off and continued inwards through the gate of ORO.

This portion of myself passed through a tunnel in the city wall. Inside I saw that the
walls of the tunnel appeared to be constructed of a net of forces; behind them, within the
city walls, it seemed as if mighty forces had been captured and held. Incredible energy
was pent therein, and as I moved inwards, it changed in color from the purple of Pisces to
a silvery orange color, perhaps that of Gemini. And it felt that my body was changing in
response, through some sort of induction effect.

Coming to the end of the tunnel, I saw a greensward before me, with gravel or
stone-covered paths at the inward and outward edges, and another path curving from in
front of my tunnel towards a tower set in the middle of the grassy area. There was another
angel here, dressed in airy yellow; he looked at me briefly and indicate that I should
pass on.

I moved away from the tunnel mouth and looked back. Above the tunnel the glyph of
Gemini was carved into the wall, and a banner with the word ORO flew from a standard high
above the wall at this point. I noted that a myriad of beings marched along the top of the
wall in both directions; those on the inside moved from right to left, those on the
outside moved from left to right. Those on the inside carried banners in all the spectral
colors, on which were emblazoned a white circle with the enochian glyph of Air.

Following this procession along its path I saw that when these beings reached the
boundary of the airy quarter, where it met the earthy quarter, each curved its path
towards the outside. At the same time the beings on the outside of the wall in the earthy
quarter turned inwards so that the two groups would pass each other. As each being in the
airy quarter passed one from the earthy quarter, the being would exchange its banner for a
sword held by its opposite number. It then moved outwards and moved back along the wall
from left to right. The other being moved inwards and along the wall from right to left in
its own quarter. Thus there was a constant flow of banners around the inside of the wall,
and a constant flow of swords around the outside, but the individual beings never left
their own quarters of the city.

At this point my attention came back to my main body, which had been slowly descending
towards the great sphere on the tower in the center of the city. I was now at a point
opposite the equator of this sphere.

As said before, the sphere itself appeared to be made of energies that were truly
divine and pure in nature, which built the sphere in a web and then filled in the
interstices with radiations from the threads of the web, so that the surface was without
flaws or holes. The sphere radiated a brilliant light both outwards into the empyrean and
inwards to its own center.

I had previously assumed that this sphere was itself a manifestation of the pure divine
nature of the creator of the Enochian system, and it seemed I was at least partially
correct. But within the sphere I could see a figure. And it did not seem as if this was
the image of that god, but rather was some sort of demonic entity imprisoned therein. What
I could see of this figure through the blurring caused by the sphere's surface appeared to
be identical to the Devil of the Tarot card, save that he had no pentagram on his brow.
Though he moved not, I could see rage in his eyes at his imprisonment.

(Stopping the vision to look at my watch, I noted that it was 3:33 pm.)

From somewhere, I know not where, I got the impression that this demon was Choronzon,
"that mighty devil", who is the primary embodiment of Evil in the enochian
mythos. And it seemed that his binding to this place -- no, his very existence -- was the
result of the manifestation of the enochian creation. He was the total of that which was
within the area of creation, but which was not of such a nature that it could be used in
the creation.

As such, it was necessarily the antithesis of all which the creation embodied. And
since the act of creation moved from the outside inwards, this antithetical material had
become concentrated here above the center. And yet it was held separate therefrom, bound
into immobility and impotence by the forces surrounding it.

And still, I wondered what it meant to the creatures who were entering into this place,
as I had seen in the previous vision. Recall that those who had passed through the
initiations in the buildings of the Seniors' names then moved inwards and up to the top of
this tower, and entered into this very sphere. Each had released therein a small portion
of divine energy, which radiated outwards from the sphere. Had they somewhat to do with
the imprisonment of this being, and what effect did contact with him have on them?

It came to me (again, I know not from where) that this city was not a frozen, ideal
creation; rather, it was a living, developing creation and changes must occur in the
course of that development. When I previously saw it, the city of God was still abuilding,
and the creation of this sphere was still in process. Now we were at a later phase,
wherein the leftover, incompatible remnants of substance had been brought to this place
and concentrated. And at this stage the creatures did not enter into the sphere but
instead moved along its surface, strengthening the web with their portion of divine
substance and casting part of it outwards to maintain the bell-shaped shield which
surrounded the city.

It bothered my sense of balance that at the center of this creation there should be
corruption. Would this Choronzon be held therein throughout the life of the creation?
Would his existence influence its path and destiny? Or would he somehow be eliminated at a
later stage? I waited, but it seemed I would get no answer as yet.

Now it came to me that I should reaffirm the unity of this creation. I did so by
invoking the First Call, and followed it with the vibration of all the divine names so far
incorporated in it. Then I invoked the First Call again. This had the effect of
strengthening the bell-shaped shield and making it more clearly visible to my astral eyes.

But I now saw that, unlike the previous vision, at this moment the shield appeared to
have been pushed inward at one point, off-center from its highest point towards the
east-northeast. The shield was not broken; rather it appeared to stretch inwards in a
teardrop shape to enfold the central sphere and its occupant, so that they were actually
outside the shielded area.

Again I felt the need to vibrate the First Call, and did so. And as I did, there was a
sense of great Will arising out of the depths of myself. This will projected itself at the
sphere, and caused it to be pushed out of its central location, entirely out of the city,
and the shield again returned to its pristine shape. The sphere shot outwards into the
empyrean; after a while its course began to curve and it gradually orbited the city. It
came up underneath the center of the city, and stopped at a point just below its center,
in the "shadow" that the city cast.

Now, I didn't think this was much better than the previous situation; the sphere and
its occupant seemed to still be attached to the city, and there was still the potential
for interference with or corruption of its nature. I worried about this for a few minutes,
when I noticed that there was an intense vibration growing in the air around me.

My attention was directed to the sphere. It seemed that it too was being affected by
this vibration. Flakes of darkness were falling off of it and moving outwards to be lost
in the empyrean. The vibration continued and the sphere and its occupant gradually
disintegrated, like a glass paperweight being crumbled into tiny shards. The
disintegration continued until less than half the sphere's substance remained, when the
rest shattered at once and the remains fell away. These seemed to continue shattering into
progressively smaller pieces until nothing was left that could be distinguished in the
light of the empyrean.

I raised my viewpoint above the base of the city again, and saw that the whole of it
was now coruscating in a tremendous variety of hues and chromas. The vibrations I had felt
were now shaking the city itself, but were not shattering it; rather they were raising it
to a higher level of power. A new sphere had formed in the place of the old, and even from
this distance I could see therein the figure of a god; a bearded man dressed in a white
robe, with a breastplate upon which were sixteen stones configured four-by-four, each a
different color. His right arm was raised so that the upper arm was horizontal, the lower
arm held upwards vertically, with his fingers split in the "V" of the Star-Trek
Vulcan greeting. His left arm was draped casually over the arm of his throne. But it
seemed to me that this was not the Enochian god, but just his image; a place-holder
signifying the outcome of the next stage of the process.1

A voice said, "When the spirit of god is brought into his city, his temple -- any
city or temple -- then that which is not god is the first to react, and seeks to take for
itself the place that is that of the divine. It enters in and formulates itself into a
false godhead, attempting to block the true god from entering, attempting to take god's
creation for its own. But that false god cannot control the temple; it acts to seal him
off from all that it is. He becomes a thing apart, separate from the world but deluded by
his apparent place that he is ruler of that world.

"Thus it is also with man, when the true divine core of his being is prepared to
manifest. That which is not the divine, that which is the essence of his individual being
raised to its greatest possible height, seeks to believe that it is truly the essence,
that there is no god higher than itself. But the world and the temple seal it off; its
central place of power is shown to in actuality be cut off, powerless, as the shield of
the city did cut off the demon Choronzon even though his sat in the High Seat of the city.

"It is like the scum that forms on the surface of heated metal in the forge, not
part of the metal, but impurities in the metal, which cling to its surface and conceal the
heat beneath. And as such impurities might actually have been needed when the metal was
used for a lesser purpose, so it is with man. That which was necessary at one stage now
becomes a hindrance, which must be removed and cast aside in the forging of the pure metal
of the divine. And it is the vibrating power of the divine which first concentrates it on
the surface, then casts it away from the creation, and finally destroys it utterly.

"But the true metal is not so affected, and neither is the rightly-built city of
god. Instead the power of the divine forge enhances it, raises it to the ultimate
expression of its own nature, causes it to shine with the myraid colors of the rainbow,
and finally raises it to the white heat of purity.

"Now you ask in your heart why, if this is true, you did not yourself encounter
Choronzon in your ascent to be Master of the Temple. The answer is that you did, and did
then as you did in this vision.2 You recognized it for what it was, a false image of the
divine, and rejected it as having no place in the rightful scheme of things. You denied
its power, and so it had no power over your being. Thus you did not have to be
"eaten" by Choronzon as Crowley claimed, nor wrestle with him, or have any other
form of contest. It is only when one believes this demon to have power that he does have
power, because one gives it to him.

"Nor was there any sense of destruction in your passage; for it is only when one
identifies with the demon, believes with part of the mind that the demon is the true self,
that one experiences the destruction of that demon. You did not identify, and so did not
have the experience.

"Now we have finished with need of you for this part of the building of your city.
We shall continue on and build, and call again when there is more to be done that requires
its creator's direct touch. In the meantime, you might continue to send your lesser self
on its passage inwards through the gates and buildings of the city, and learn therefrom
how this city acts to shape and train the myriad lesser beings who come under its sway.
For as you have said, and has been affirmed to you, the man who acts as the minister of
the Enochian god does the work of that god, and participates greatly in the raising, the
initiation of those lesser orders of being who are attracted and contained by the work.

"Go now and rest, o mage, for there is much to be done here." (I got a
subtext that said "Get out of our way and let us work.")

This being said, I ended the vision.

9/9/93

I entered into the Comselha space, and immediately found myself standing in the place
where I had left my secondary body in the previous vision. Looking around I could see
little changed in the physical aspect of the area, but felt that there had been
significant changes in the energetic aspect. The aura of the area seemed to have taken on
a rich, deep feel as of fertile earth, not at all in keeping with the airy nature of the
sector. My astral body seemed to have taken on a greeness as of flourishing plant life, or
the planet Venus.

Looking about again, I saw that I was not were I had thought; the banner above the
nearest gate was MOR, not ORO. And then it seemed that my body was lifted up, carried
outside the walls, and passed through the gate of MOR. All this was done very quickly;
what took several minutes the last time took but a moment now. And then I was back again
where I had stood when the vision opened.

Now a being came up to me from my left. He stopped, and raised his arms in the sign
some masons call the "Widow's Son" -- upper arms horizontal to the sides,
forearms and hands straight up. I tested him with the pentagram of Earth, which did not
affect him. I returned the sign, and he immediately did the signs of V and X in LVX; I
instantly understood that the first sign was a form of the "L" gesture in that
series. I then did the whole LVX series, and he bowed to me.

Coming forward, he took my right shoulder in his left hand, and grasped my right hand
with his. He performed a curious gesture with the thumb; tapping the side of his thumb
against each side of mine, then touching the balls of our thumbs together, and then the
tips.

"Greetings on all three points of the Triangle, o brother. I am Aleph Nun Lamed
Oin Shin,3 and I am here to introduce you to the details of the work we do here in your
name and God's. For it is the work of the builders, the creators, those who make God's
ideas into form, that is done here. And so do I greet you in the manner of those builders.

"Now I know that here you are weak in knowledge of the mason's way, and so I will
not further take you in that direction; there is no reason that this building needs be in
their symbolism, and much that it might be comprehended in the terms of your own mind.

"Well have you done, in initiating this work; For unless God's building be made
manifest, then the Kingdom will not come. There must be an analogue in matter, even the
subtle matter of the astral, before that great spirit may come down; this is so that it
may be housed in a way fitting with its glory and greatness.

"You have seen in your minds eye the plan of God's will, and the city is the
manifestation of that will in matter, brought about, brought forth into the world through
your efforts.

"Now let us take a brief tour of the regions herein, and see what may be seen
thereof at this point in the construction.

"You have already seen the gates, modeled on your thoughts, modeled on that which
God has put into your thoughts. These gates are the entry into this realm for those who
reside in the chaos beyond, in the unlimited, unconditioned regions of the heavens; those
regions which have not, as yet, come under the aegis of any creator.

"The walls wherein the gates stand are the boundary, the roping-off of the region
of work from the regions unclaimed. They define, in their outer astrological attributes,
the perimeter of the work, and the major qualities to be expressed therein; for the signs
of the zodiac are not, as you have thought, reflections of the Earth into the sky; rather
their manifestations in the orbiting of this world Earth are a reflection of the essential
concepts behind its creation, and therein is god made manifest for all to see and know, in
the course of their many lives.

"On the inside are the gates attributed in such a way as to make a connection
between the pattern set by the greater aspect of divinity which created the worlds of this
system, and that expression of the divine which is embodied in the Tablets and the Calls;
for know that therein is a special, important aspect of the creation embodied, one which
takes its form from the intent of God in its purest form. The patterns of motion, of the
world of events called Assiah are absent; theirs is the pattern of evolution, not
perfection. And in the Tablets are the perfection of God, its ultimate purpose and its
universal connectedness made manifest.

"In commemoration of this dual attributing have we enscribed the sigils of the
signs both without and within, above the gates; without, the signs of the circle of
creation, as they link the world to the heavens; within, the signs of the elements in
their orders, as mutable, fixed, and cardinal signs of each element gathered together
under the banners of God's names.

"And hidden within the walls are the secret signs of transformation, wherein the
divine is changed from its outer aspect of creativity, to its inner aspect of perfection
in expression. These shall you know in good time; the actions they symbolize you already
know right well.

"Now, the outer signs, the signs of God's creative action, do act upon the chaos
of the unclaimed lands, calling therefrom those beings whose nature and ideals are such
that they might participate in God's works. They speak forth each its sound, and upon
those waves of sound are the beings notified and attracted here. Each moves about the city
in a swirling motion, an orbit, and comes to land at the base of the gate whose sound was
most like its own."

(All through this section I was seeing double. The major view was of the place in the
city where we stood. The second vision was of the entire Solar system as a place of
creation, with the surrounding regions between the stars as the chaos referred to above.
It seemed that each effect the being spoke of had it's equivalent in this latter view,
though I received no more than faint suggestions of what they were.)

"These beings are called in an order, from simplest to most complex; this in
accord with the status of the city. At each stage its degree of completion adds a
secondary vibration to those of the gates, indicating the current needs for its
construction. In the earliest stages these vibrations are simple, and so only simple
beings are attracted. These will form the body of the city, the substance of its being.
And in their submission to the plan of God do they receive therefrom initiation, which
transforms them from minor, haphazardly-formed creatures into creatures of regular
structure and pure intent.

"Still they are simple creatures; evolution takes no great leaps for them. But the
acquisition of purpose -- even at second hand -- and the acquisition of structure, of a
true and definite nature, is for them an initiation as great, from their viewpoint, as any
you might have. They feel themselves blessed; for to them to be part of a greater work is
to no longer be lost and tossed in the currents of chaos, no longer changing constantly as
the winds blow over them. They become secure in their multitudes where alone they were
forever abused. To them this is a great gift of peace.

"Now in the later stages beings of more complex nature are attracted, these
eventually of such a level that they can participate consciously in the construction of
the city. And later still come those who will be its residents, who are not themselves of
the outer chaos but only travel therein, seeking the next place where they might make a
home and further their evolution through service to a creator. Each of these creatures, at
every stage, finds its place within the divine plan; and none save those who so choose on
their own are cast back into the chaos when their work is done.

"Each creature, upon landing at the gate, presents itself to the keeper there;
this is a being already in God's service, assigned to this work. Such am I, though of
another stage in the entry process. These outer keepers determine the rightful place of
entry for the being, for some hear a sound that is secondary in their own nature, and may
be better fitted to enter by another gate. Those the keepers direct to their proper place.

"The remaining beings, in the early stages, are given their first real connection
to the powers of God's work. A thread of power is taken out of the gate, from the pools of
substance within the walls. These threads are attached to the creatures, and begin the
initiation process; the energy of the threads acts first to destroy unwanted substances
within their beings, next to organize the remaining substance into righteous structures,
and finally to establish that structure as a permanent base for future evolution. This all
in accord with the signs of the Son of God, who is IHShVH, and whose formula is in the
great Word INRI. Thus it is said, through the Son of God are all things made.4

"In the passage through the gate are these beings given yet another
transformation, in which the note of their place in the structure of the city is added to
the basic vibration of their fundamental cosmic nature. Thus each takes on dual
attributes, one to a sign of the zodiac, and one to an element in one of its three
alchemical aspects, as you have said. This latter vibration relates to the former much as
the personality that a man wears relates to the nature of his soul. One is a role, the
other true being. And so it is here.

"Having passed through the gate they are again checked for permanence and
appropriateness of their being. Those who have not fully taken both the aspects given in
the gates are sent back, and sent through again as many times as it takes. Among these
latter are those for whom the basic dual nature is itself nearly too difficult to sustain,
and further initiations would be wasted. These are those who are assigned to move about on
the walls above, as you saw last time, acting both as banners of that which ensues within
the walls, and as defenders from intrusion. Eventually the repetitive activity of this
assignment builds into them the necessary qualities for further initiations, but that lies
in their future.

"Those who pass come into the "quad" where we stand, and here they are
given their first assignments. Most enter into the building and maintenance of the tower
you see yonder, which is the tower of the King of the quarter's Tablet. Therein do the
concentrated and concentrating forces of the King create in them an echo of his nature, so
that, by his power under God, they add to their basic natures an ability to resonate with
the planets who are the instruments of God's action within his creation."

At this point the being suggested that we take a closer look at the building, but I
felt I needed to rest, and chose to end the vision. I thanked the being and left,
promising to return and complete the tour.

9/13/93

I again returned to the grassy ring within the city's wall. This time I appeared
somewhat closer to the tower in the center of this quarter. From here I could see three
paths leading inwards and up to the tower from the three gates. Along each path there came
a procession of beings; those from the various paths arrived at the tower at points
separated by 120 degrees around its circumference. They immediately began climbing the
outside of the tower, following a widdershins spiral course. Note that there were no steps
or projections for them to climb; they appeared to be climbing up the air around the
tower, supported either by invisible energy-paths, or by their own intent. I don't know
which.

The main body of the tower contained eight courses of stone, each with three large
curved stones forming the circle. The radius of curvature at the top of the stones was
slightly smaller than the bottom; thus the entire tower was slightly tapered. At the top,
a platform extended somewhat beyond the body, capped with a battlement having 10 merlons.
Looking from above, I saw that inside the battlement, the top had been shaped so that it
followed the surface of a sphere. A small dark hole in the center led into the tower.

Above the tower, centered over it, was a brilliant ball of light, each tower's ball
being tinted in a color related to the element of the quarter. Where I was, in the quarter
of Earth, the sphere was a greenish color. Next over in Air, it was yellow; in Water,
blue; and in Fire, a brilliant red-orange. Each of these spheres seemed to breath out a
gas having the nature of its element.

Looking down the side of the tower, I saw that as the beings progressed upwards in
their spiral course, each became more attenuated. They lost any appearance of solidity
until by the time they reached the eighth course all the could be seen were ghostly
outlines, which themselves radiated a kind of bright heat, as if their substance was
stimulated to a high degree of activity by the influence surrounding the tower.

These beings came up over the top and some force took hold of them, first drawing them
towards the sphere of light. Some few were actually drawn into the sphere; and disappeared
from view. The rest were swept upwards and outwards into seven streams. The center stream
moved directly upwards, and became blended with the shield over the city. The remaining
six spread out so that each ended at the start of one of the six avenues in the quarter.
(Rather, at the rows of buildings between the avenues.)

As the beings moved away from the tower, they became more solid. Again I was reminded
of metal being heated to a white heat and allowed to cool, passing through several stages
of color in its cooling. But the beings in each stream went through a different series of
colors in their "cooling", and ended with a different color. By the time they
landed again at the buildings, they looked solid, even more solid than before, and somehow
purer in nature.

Now an angel appeared beside me. I tested him with the pentagrams of spirit and of the
elements, which had no effect. He did the LVX signs and I returned them. He said:

"Now you have seen the tower of the King, and the way in which the beings pass
about it and are transformed. As in the previous stages, here there is an initiation in
progress, followed by a sorting and assignment of those who pass.

"In the center of the tower you saw a hole. This is the concentrated vortex
produced by the vibrations of the King; all about it, the whole tower itself, is brought
into being by the magnetic activity of the forces swirling around and into it. Only those
beings who have passed the test in the highest have been taken into that vortex. Let us
see what happens to them, lest we miss part of the sorting done here."

He directed my attention to the hole, and asked that I attune myself with it. I did so,
and began to note a very low-frequency sound which would be a "rumble" were it
not so regular. I was surprised, expecting -- if anything -- an extremely high-frequency
sound in this place. I looked more closely at the hole, and saw that it was actually a
tube of tightly-knit energies, which as a unit turned very slowly within the center of the
tower. There were much faster movements of energy visible within the tube, but these
appeared not to be part of its interaction with its environment. The rumbling sound was
from the friction of this tube with the rest of the tower.

Still looking, it slowly became apparent that the sphere of light was actually an
extension of this tube, the connections between them being only faintly visible to my
sight and sense. It was as if the concentration of the King's name was relaxed a bit as
the tube exited the top of the tower, and the spherical shape was the form this relaxation
allowed.

Now I could hear a much higher vibration coming from the sphere, and understood that
this was the basic note of the King's name, here allowed to escape from the confinement of
the tube and influence its surroundings. And the "breath" which escaped from the
sphere was the substance of the tube, released.

The angel indicated we were going to follow one of the beings which entered the sphere,
and see what happened. We waited, and for a long while nothing happened. Then suddenly the
angel said "That one!" Instantly we attached our awareness to the being.

From that being's viewpoint, we saw and felt the power of the sphere as an attractive
force, which seemed to grasp every tiniest atom of the being's substance individually, and
to provide a path for each of those atoms by which it could move inwards. The unitary
nature of the being seemed irrelevant to the process, unimportant.

There was an instant of intense fear, and a longer moment in which the being felt each
atom of himself being turned inside out through some strange dimension, a topological
inversion of some sort. Simultaneously, the scale on which events occurred seemed to
expand enormously, so that the relatively narrow compass of the tube and sphere now seemed
to be a region many miles across.

Now I had a great deal of difficulty keeping my awareness united with that of our
sample being. I could still feel it's body, but the awareness seemed to have been
stretched and manipulated beyond my ability to easily follow. I spent a few minutes trying
to regain the attunement.

Part of the problem, it seemed, was that this being did not possess anything near to a
human capacity for self-awareness. Despite the transformation and ordering it went through
in the gates, it was still basically an elemental, a construct in which the superficial
awareness -- what would be called personality-level awareness in a human -- was the only
awareness. There was nothing of the soul or spirit in it to which to attune. This made the
task more difficult than it was when I united with one of the angels, or a
god-manifestation, in which the latter forms of awareness are available. I forced myself
to exclude the higher portions of my being from the attempted attunement, and again gained
some access to our subject.

Before it had entered the sphere, this being had exhibited the basically radial
symmetry common to most magickal beings; the topological transformation had compressed
(rather, collapsed) this symmetry into two dimensions. All the relationships and
connections present in its original form were still there, but distorted, and at the same
time abstracted. Its body felt like a sheet of material stretched out along some curve of
balanced force within the wall of the tube.

Its consciousness was in even stranger form; it still had the capacity to register and
store impressions striking it from its environment, but had absolutely no ability to
change or act in response to those impressions. Not even its internal sense of self
changed in response; the active side of its character seemed totally frozen.

Now this being was carried downwards through the tube, following the same spiral as its
upward course, but in reverse. I could sense as it passed each course of stones in the
tower's body; a note and a change of quality resounded at every passage from one course to
the next, and these were registered by the being. These notes and qualities also acted
somehow to ease the sense of distortion, to re-define its internal connections so that
they expressed the same relationships as in its original state, but in a manner
appropriate to this area.

In the upwards passage the being had moved through the planetary realms in order from
Sol and Luna on the bottom to Saturn at the top. Now it moved in the other order, Saturn,
Jupiter, Mars, etc. In this latter movement, I sensed, it was following the order of the
planets in the King's name.

The tension and distortion continued to relax, and the being started to become able to
react internally to the impressions it received, although it still could not extend its
actions beyond itself. I sensed in it an awakening, the blossoming of something that was
not there before; its consciousness had a new quality, a quality very similar to what we
call "soul". And yet it was not a complete soul, as a human knows it; something
was missing.

As the being approached the bottom of the tower, its relaxation transformed into actual
pleasure. Each increment of movement brought with it new and rich sensations, and each of
these produced a whole-body reaction that was nearly sexual. At the same time, I felt some
changes going on in its body. Now the edges of this flat sheet that was the being (which
had previously been smoothly rounded) began to shape into something that felt, from my
internal viewpoint, to be the shape of several dovetail joints. This happened only on the
front and back edges, not on the top or bottom.

Now the tube began to narrow, and simultaneously the sense of being in a miles-wide
region began to fade; the tube took on something resembling its original subjective
dimensions. And as it narrowed, the spiral movement became more rapid, the orbit of the
being's movement was drawn towards the center.

Separating my awareness, I moved into the center of the tube, looking down. I saw that
the tube constricted like a pipette; for a length it took a conical shape, but then
changed back to a much narrower tube. I watched the being move downwards, and as it
approached the conical section two other beings flashed into view, at 120-degree intervals
around the tube. These also had dovetail-like joints on their front and back edges, each
complementing those on the other two.

All three moved into the conic section, and at the point where the cone ended and the
more constricted tube began, they met; the joints on their edges smoothly connected, like
the halves of a zipper. They now formed a single cylindrical unit, which continued
downwards still rotating.

I followed without trying to re-attach my awareness. Below I saw that the tube ended in
a shallow inwards curve, which continued inwards to form an upward pointed spike at the
bottom. The curve forced the bottom edge of the threefold being inwards. And as it did so,
I got the impression of an extremely intense compression being performed on their
substance. Heat seemed to radiate from the point of greatest compression, and there was a
sudden sense of fusion; the joints disappeared and the threefold being was now a single
being in truth.

The curve had turned this being inside-out and upside-down; it now rode up the central
spike, a very tightly compressed tube within the larger tube. As the trailing edge passed
the bottom of the curve, the entire being was suddenly shot upwards through the center of
the tube, passing upwards with incredible speed.

I jumped my viewpoint up to the sphere at the top of the tower. The tube-like being
shot out of the hole and into the center of the sphere. With an audible "WHAP!"
it ballooned out and was stretched against the sphere's surface, held there by some sort
of radial energy emanating from the center. It covered the entire surface except for small
openings at the top and bottom.

This sudden advent seemed to shake something loose from the sphere. I saw another
spherical being rise up from the sphere, continuing to hold its shape even though it was
no longer concentric with the sphere. It began to draw in energies -- some of the
"gas" that had been emanating from the outside of the sphere; this gathered in
the center and began to form a rope-like structure from the top hole to the bottom. Nodes
of light began to form along the rope, and it became obvious that this was similar to the
structure of chakras and aura that make up a human being. The being translated itself into
some other dimension and faded from view.

The angel said, "Now you see why this particular part of the initiations here
should be pointed out to you. This city is not just a center for the initiation of those
who will become angels -- that is, beings derived from the elemental kingdoms. It is also
a place wherein truly human type beings can be created, by God's will and under God's
plan. These beings, like the one you have been following and the one you saw leave, will
eventually take a place equivalent to that of humans in some future cosmological scheme.
For the present, they are new-born, and have much to learn. They are sent from here to a
place of nurturing, wherein they will gain some of that learning, enough so that they can
serve here in God's plan while waiting for their own turn to incarnate in some far-off
time.

"They will never incarnate within this sphere which we call the Earth; for hers is
a sophisticated, complex, and unredeemedly difficult scheme. These simple souls could not
survive. Instead they assist and observe those who do incarnate, learning at second-hand,
sipping of the great fount of experience which is each human being.

"Now I see that the effort of this following has wearied you. Let us stop, and
come again when you are ready. We shall follow those others who passed on inwards in the
city, and see something of what occurs to them. Fare well for now."

Thus I ended the vision and returned to my body.

9/14/93

As I stepped into the vision, I heard the sound of flutes, pipes and other wind
instruments playing a merry tune; not a jig, but something with the same sense of leaping
about. There was a sense of spring in the air, and of a fete.

I stood in the greensward again, this time somewhat inwards from the tower of this
quarter, which seemed to be the quarter of Earth. Before me, between the tower and the
next section inwards, a group of six beings did a maypole dance around a miniature version
of the tower. Each of them was dressed in green, each with an inner coat of a different
color. Nearer to me stood another, also dressed in green, with the appearance of a
coppery-blonde haired woman in a high-bodiced gown. Around her head were bound streamers
of white, each with threads of a different color mixed in. She appeared to be pregnant.

She had a knowing smile, as does one who sees her lover. And a feeling of love did
radiate from her; not out of her heart, but out of her belly. She said:

"Like you my visage, my dear friend? Like you this body form and dress? I have put
them on for you."

I said that she was very comely, and asked her to identify herself for the record.

"I am she whom you knew in earlier days, as the Senior Alhctga. Test me as you
will, before we continue."

I did the LVX signs and she returned them. The hexagram of Venus caused an
intensification of her radiation, and the pentagram of earth caused her to become somewhat
darker, but no smaller or vaguer withall. There was no indication of dispersion of her
image, nor did she have any difficulty facing these signs. And as I wrote the previous
sentence, she drew the signs herself.

"Now that we have assured you of our nature, let us continue. I have come to greet
you here, my brother, in that again you have discovered yourself and known yourself to be
a spirit of God, a divine manifestation, and not a thing of matter. I would have come
earlier, save the the powers were against it, and the times were not right; all of those
you know in our grouping (by which I mean the Seniors of Earth) would gladly come and
visit with thee, as the times allow. But for the moment I am sent, as the one best suited
to this greeting.

"In those earlier days, we knew you to be the image of the divine, a piece of God
in form, and so spoke to you, giving you in visions the nature of that god, and of the
past, and of the future that awaited. Ye knew this not, of yourself; your eyes were still
blinded, and suspicion of hubris did prevent your acceptance.

"In this present time, you have come to understanding, and have been graced with a
vision of wisdom. And you accept that what we said was true, both in its past and its
future; for now you understand that future, as only one of Understanding may, and accept
at least in part the goals that we all, thee and we, do seek to manifest in this time of
the world.

"Do you consider then, that this has been forshadowed from the beginning of your
path; there could be no other path for you to trod but that which you have done so, and
that which still remains. Is this not so?"

I said that she was correct in essence, though I still had reservations.

"Nay, your 'reservations' are habits of mind, good habits, not the doubts of one
who is fearful of madness, or of inability to accomplish the task, given the aid that
should be given such a one. You know the truth, and in your mind have already sought out
the ways by which this truth might be presented to men. Is this not so?"

And I said that it was.

"Therefore come ye, and let us step away from this beautiful city for a time, and
see some things of importance to you."

She took my right hand in her left, and we stepped out of the Comselha space,
immediately coming into the darkness above the world without transition. We looked down on
the world, and I could see that in the mid-lattitudes there appeared to be a great
volcano. But it was not a volcano of rock, but one of light; looking more closely I saw
that it rested above the physical surface of the earth, as if spread on some aethyr as a
base.

And in the center of the caldera a six-spoked wheel turned upon itself, going both
directions at once. And in the center of the spokes was a ruby, glowing with inner light.
And in the center of the ruby I saw many sigils come and go. Some I recognized as those I
had done in the use of the Lotus about the Temple of the Earth Tablet; others were unknown
to me, but of similar style.

"Know you now what you have done, my brother? See the power of your work below us,
spread over half a continent. You have brought to the Earth a nexus of the interstellar
communications links. Raise your eyesight and see these links for yourself."

I adjusted my astral vision to a higher frequency, and immediately there sprang into
view very many lines of light. All were centered on the wheel, and spread outwards to the
stars in every direction, some passing through the clear space above the Earth, others
passing through her body as easily as if it were a phantom. And on this level the ruby and
the wheel seemed ever more solid and real, and the body of the Earth ever more faint. The
wheel now seemed to turn upon itself in three or four dimensions at once, completely
confounding my mundane mind's ability to interpret sensations.

Alhctga said, "Remember that first vision, wherein you saw the Supernals of the
Tree of Life as spheres composed of long lines of light, of varying densities and
powers?"5 I said yes. "Then know you that here is that vision, which was only a
prophecy, made manifest in the world. For in the world of Understanding is the mundane
world united with the rest of the universe in truth.

"You have seen in your recent visions that the Earth, Malkuth, is in itself as
transcendental as are the so-called Supernal spheres of the Tree. For in her is an
infinite and inexhaustible variety; all things come out of her, yet she is not exhausted;
all things enter into her, yet she is not full. Everything that can arise in the universe
may arise in her.

"For the matter of the universe, in every place and every time, instantly reflects
the state of all the rest of the universe. Every possibility that becomes manifest,
wherever situated, immediately is reflected in every part.

"But that is the passive transcendance, what you have called raising the Daughter
to the Mother's seat. Here in this sphere, this wheel turning upon itself every which way,
you have created a positive transcendance of the limits of the Earth, bringing her out of
her isolation and back into the company of the stars.

"I say to you, this has been accomplished. [her emphasis] I say to you, you have
done this thing. I say to you that, in future times as men seek to move outwards by these
paths you have created, that your accomplishment will be known to them all. Those who
remain upon the Earth may know it, or not; those who pass outwards will have no choice but
to know it; for those who govern these connections in your name, and in the name of the
All-Highest, will trumpet it at every passage. And those who enter here will also know,
and praise this accomplishment of a man.

"For it is the man and the mage who did this thing, not the god. It is the man,
working in the darkness of matter, who has brought this light. Never in all the days of
this world, save in your own entry into matter, and in the works of the Aeonic prophets,
has such an accomplishment been seen.

"Now you think of the possible ways in which this truth, this passion of the
stars, might be told to men, and wonder at the missing key to your greater version of the
Temples book. I say to you, worry not overmuch; such as has been seen, will be shown, and
more. Opportunities abound, and will be opened as the tides of time and power allow.

"For the present, return you to your body, and relax. Begin again to explore your
city another day, for this day is holy, and given over to celebration of your
accomplishment."

I bade farewell to Alhctga, and ended the vision.

9/16/93 12:23 pm

A voice said, "In the dark of the night a jewel shines, red, not rose. And the
light of it illuminates the dark, and makes the dark to glow with its own light."

"Now in the course of these visions you have entered into a space, a created space
of illumination such as god himself might create, for the furtherance of His work. And in
this space created you a circle, a plan, in which the powers of the Tablets might be seen
in another fashion, one which reflects the intent of the creators in a sense other than
that shown in the Tablets. And in the space, this circle, a city was born; not of your
intent, but of the action of those forces which you brought to bear.

"And in this city are the creatures of heaven, of the un-() stuff of creative
activity, brought into line with the powers of our creator, and made to be a part of his
creation. And from this city do they go forth again, to carry his will outwards, expanding
his region to include, rather to influence, a greater part of the universe than was
circumscribed by his original intent.

"We have seen this city of yours, and are glad in its creation. For whatever God
wills is enclosed therein; all of his will and all of his intent are enshrined within it.
Just as, in another fashion, they are enshrined within your Enochian Temples. You have
given God a gift of great price in your creation of this city; for it was not found in the
design of the original system, yet it fits therein as a hand in a glove, as the Rod of a
man in his lover's Cup. And the making thereof has expanded his creation in ways not
intended, thus bringing again to this world the value of surprise, of the infinite variety
of chance that lies in the interactions of the many creators.

"You may, if you will, see this city of yours as a seed, which will in its own
time grow and expand, and bring into the universe new ways of looking, new ways of seeing
that which is hidden in God."

"You wonder in your mind whether this praise of ours is deserved, and why we spend
so much time on it. Your city seems to you to be not so great a thing, a mere expansion,
in its plan, of what has come before.

"And yet, if truly it had come before, if it were hidden in the intent of the
creator, or in his presentation of the Enochian magick to men, then why, why we ask, was
it not shown then? Why, we ask, has it not been seen among men in the intervening
centuries? Surely if the intent were there in the beginning, then in the times when it's
basis was more well-known, more established in the minds of men, it would have been seen
clearly and understood.

"No; it was not so intended. You have taken the Keys that God gave to two men,
(which are not the only Keys that there might be) and made of them something new. What you
made was surely possible from the beginning; but possibility and actual intent are two
different things. You have grown a red rose in a fallow garden, created new beauty out of
the stuff, the detritus and leavings of an earlier creation, and have given new life to
that creation in the doing.

"Take our praise as deserved, o man. Take it, accept our gift of love to you. And
know that this is why you are so highly valued among us who are the Servants and Ministers
of the God of Justice. For where you walk new things spring up; seeds old and stale send
forth new roots and blossom in ways that were never expected, even among those who know
the stuff well wherein you work. Even the God himself knows you as his superior in this;
for he is a creative god, as are you, and knows well the value of the new.

"And why, you ask, should such a high one, such a one of great and clearly
superior power and scope, think you in any way his superior? Because, we say, things
change where you walk; that which was narrow in intent becomes as wide as the universe;
that which was stale and dying become fresh and alive; that which was but a wish, a
hopeful thought in the minds of men becomes a real thing when you touch it. I tell you,
the universe has been changed more by your "little" works than by all the
magicians of the past ..."

I sensed the intent to complete this last sentence with the words "four hundred
years". But between the intent and the speech, there was a sudden silence. The power
I had felt flowing behind the voice suddenly ceased, and the Aires were filled with a
ringing silence. I waited...

Now I felt that power again, but less intense. As if the being in question were
touching my shoulder while his attention was directed elsewhere. But still there was
silence, and I waited.

After a few more moments, I got a sense that the discourse must be temporarily
interrupted, and that I should exit the vision and relax for a while. I now do so.

3:00 pm

A voice said, "Now we have praised you with great praise, as is your just desert;
but let us return to the city and see more of what transpires there."

There was a sense of sliding sideways for a moment, and I found myself again back in
the city. This time I entered at a point between the tower of the Earth quarter and the
radius of buildings associated with ALHCTGA, facing the tower.

For a moment the tower seemed overlaid with an image of a great king seated upon a
golden or yellow throne. He wore white robes over violet underrobes, and in his right hand
(which rested upon the arm of his throne) he held upright a simple wand, straight and
undecorated, but with a small minaret-shaped section at either end. Sort of like a very
long, narrow dorje. His face was unbearded, and his eyes were also of a violet color. His
hair could not be seen, as he had some sort of covering on his head beneath a crown with
ten points.

Shortly this image dissolved and I saw for a while the spinning, spiraling energies
going about the tower. These continued in a regular manner for several minutes. Nothing
more seemed about to happen in that direction, so I looked around.

To my right stood the same angel who greeted me yesterday and had identified herself as
Alhctga. She still wore the white-and-rainbow ribbons around her head, but her robes today
were black, or of a brown so deep as to appear black. She saluted me with the LVX signs,
and the Rending and Closing Signs. I tested her with the pentagrams of Spirit, which
caused her to brighten and become a bit larger. The hexagram of Venus caused a green aura
to surround her.

"Today I am in working clothes, as you see." she said, "The celebration
is complete, for the moment, and it is time to again enter into the spirit of this place,
and see what might be seen here.

"Now as you recall, in our last entry here we saw that the towers of the Kings
create sentient, potentially self-identified beings. This through a process of inversion,
fusion, and re-inversion, followed by a period of conditioning in which the fundamentally
elemental components of the new being are tempered in the power of the Sun. This tempering
and shaping causes the being to expect there to be a structure of lights at the center of
its spherical shape, a structure of connected power-centers. When the being is removed
from the King's immediate power, this conditioning causes the being to form its own such
center out of the power available in its environment.

"Let us now see what happens to those other beings, the ones who are not made part
of a potential sentient, but who nevertheless pass the initiations of the tower. Turn you
and look to the center of the city."

Behind me was the radial of Alhctga, as aforesaid. I turned and saw the building at
this end of the radial, which was like unto a dark castle, with double doors. Above the
door an image of the planet Saturn was carved into the stone.

Alhctga said, "Knock."

I did so, and immediately my consciousness split. One part remained where I was; the
other part became one with a being on the other side of the door. That being opened the
doors, and I saw myself and Alhctga standing there. The being said, "Who seeks to
enter the gates of Saturn? Who cometh in the form of a Man?"

Alhctga stepped forward, saying, "It is he who created this place and time, and
caused the God to change at his will. And I, who am the overseer of this gate, and those
inward. Let us enter, for it is our will."

The being did a deep genuflection, stepped aside and said, "Enter then, and be
welcome." We entered and found ourselves in a dark antechamber, with another, smaller
door on the inward side. Looking through my own eyes, I saw that the gatekeeper was a
typically Saturnian form; white-bearded, wearing robes of Saturn's indigo darkness, with
an underrobe of green. He held a staff in his left hand, upon the top of which was a
vulture in a coppery-gold metal.

Alhctga said, "Herein is the power of my first letter; under your code, being
Saturn's Venus. And herein is the beginning of Wisdom, for those who come hence in their
initiations. "

The gatekeeper closed the outer doors, and the room was momentarily plunged into
darkness. A faint light gradually rose, but I could see nothing. I sensed a great weight
upon me, as if it were trying to shape me in some way; and simultaneously I felt
underneath it the joy and sensuousness of Venus, accompanied by her flashing green in some
under-dimension I could sense at the corners of my awareness. The juxtaposition of forces
seemed somewhat stressful and difficult to combine.

I thought to vibrate Alhctga's name, to perhaps get a clearer view. But she said
"Invoke me not; for I am here, and this place is well-saturated with my power by your
creation [of it]." I did not speak her name.

She said, "Even those who express the quality of Love must yet have an
understanding of the law. For the Law of being is the basis of creation; all things divine
(as those who come hope to become) must in their learning come to understand the
necessities of relationship, of right order, and of common exchange. Those virtues are
here instilled. And recall that these beings who come, who are initiated here, are of the
unstructured substance of the Empyrean; they know not of the Laws of our Creators, of
those laws which govern the substance of the Tablets, but know only the basic laws of
divine substance. And even those laws they know not; for they are built into their nature,
and not into the awareness.

"Here we teach them Law, through the rhythms of Art. Enter into the inner door,
and see."

We passed through the inner door and into a larger chamber. Here I saw many beings
gathered, arrayed in rows about one larger being. The many were clearly elementals who had
passed the tower; the one was a director, an angel come to instruct them. The many all
wore robes of green, though their individual characters were each unique. They seemed to
hold music scores in their hands.

The conductor began to beat a time, and as he did so a deep note sounded; like the tone
of a kettle drum but continuous. He continued his beat, and on each beat one or another of
the smaller beings would sing a single note. I realized that they were sounding the tones
of their own natures, and each could only sound the one note they had. But in sequence
their individual notes formed a melody which was quite pleasant, somewhat baroque in
style. Further on in the sequence several would sing at the same moment forming chords, or
creating counterpoint to the main melody.

"Thus they create something greater than themselves, through cooperation, right
timing, and combination of individual abilities. They learn that in the Great Work of our
God's creation, it is the combination of actions performed by many beings which makes the
pattern of the creation in the substance he has assembled. No one of them could possibly
perform all the actions needed, yet together they can build a thing of great beauty.

"So it is also in the world of men, as you well know. The only difference being
that men, being more complex creatures, are capable of participating in many lines of
melody; one here, another there, as they express the different parts of their natures in
the actions of life. And who is it that hears the complete melodies of their actions, or
the greater symphony which the melodies in their turn form? Only god knows.

"Now some of these will find that the nature of this block, this building is in
accord with their own; they will show a greater talent for the coordination taught here
than others. These will become acolytes, residents of this section of the city, and will
carry the banners of this building inwards along the avenues, ending at last at the great
temple which graces the central park. The rest will continue inwards through the
buildings, each learning in turn the lessons taught there, until they come to a place
where their natures fit.

"And those who do not fit? They come at last to the house of the Sun, where their
learning is combined into a single expression that covers all the path which they have
followed. And all these many eventually find their way to the inner temple, there to take
on yet another initiation, a reward for their daring to come here, a blessing of God for
being what they are.

"But I see you are tiring. Let us end this for now, and return another day."

I thanked Alhctga for her guidance, and ended the vision.

9/19/93

I re-entered the vision about where I had left, standing in a short hall leading from
the choral room towards another room. I moved into this second room and saw that there
were angels there, who were dividing the beings who passed through into two groups.

One group was being dressed in a deep indigo outer robe with an emerald underrobe.
These were then handed poles to which banners were attached, like the banners of a
marching band. Each banner had a small sigil of Saturn and of Venus, and a larger sigil
that was unique. The background of the banners was uniformly black or very deep brown; I
couldn't discern which.

This group was being passed out through a side-door and into the radial avenue counter
clockwise from this row of buildings. They parted, one part heading outwards towards the
exits of the city (I knew somehow they were leaving the city) and the other marching
inwards. As they passed other buildings I could see other beings come out and join the
procession, each carrying its banner. On the other side of the street, beings marched
outwards along the radial, and entered into the buildings there. A very few continued to
move outwards beyond the end of the avenue.

The other group, wearing only green robes, were given a badge of some sort, which they
affixed to a sash worn from the left shoulder to the right hip. Then they were passed
through a door directly opposite the entrance, and moved into a smaller side-street. Most
of these crossed the street and entered into the building there, which had a Jupiter sigil
incised in the stone above the door. A smaller portion turned sideways and moved along the
street (which was one of the circular roads crossing between sectors.)

Now Alhctga appeared beside me. She was still wearing the colored ribbons around her
head, but today had traded her robes for blue jeans, with an ornate black jacket and
frilly white shirt of the sort common in Beethoven's time. She seemed somewhat smaller and
younger than before, and had abandoned her apparent pregnancy. I did the LVX signs and she
returned them; I tested with the hexagram of Venus, which caused her image to become more
"solid" in some way. The pentagram of Earth also made her more solid, and did
not otherwise affect her.

"Today I am in a party mood," she said. "Let's look across the
street."

We moved to the door of the building across the way, and I knocked. A figure looking
like a butler opened the door, bowed, and stepped out of the way. I could hear sounds like
a cocktail party coming from within. Alhctga entered and I followed.

We were now in a large, brightly-lit, circular room. In the center of the room, a group
of beings was standing in a circle, all facing outwards. They did not move from their
places. Around the circumference of the room, others moved about as the moment moved them,
talking among themselves, sometimes singing out a note of music, other times crafting
little images and glyphs which floated free in the air.

It seemed to me that the central group was surrounded by a force-field of some sort;
this field looked very regular in pattern, and seemed to be the culmination of the sort of
activity done in the previous building. That is, as if all the notes sounded by the
individual beings had been perfectly coordinated, and then had been preserved so that the
entire temporal sequence of their music had been translated into a static pattern of
forces.

While this pattern certainly appeared to be perfection of its kind, it also seemed
somehow...boring. What could you say about it, save that it was there, and was what it
was? Perfection allows no comment, permits no alteration or development.

In the center of the group a ball of light gradually formed. This ball radiated a
magnetic quality, like the field of magnetism surrounding a planet; this field gradually
extended beyond the circle of beings.

Meanwhile, those on the periphery had continued to throw out various thought-forms,
glyphs, and symbols into the air. The air there seemed filled with these randomly-drifting
forms. Some of them would drift inwards to touch the edges of the field. Of these, most
would bounce away as if hitting a wall or a pool-table cushion. But some would touch a
thread of the field that was of a similar character; these latter would be caught up and
be drawn into an extravagantly looping movement along the line of force. And at some other
point on the circumference of the circle it would drift free again, but carrying behind it
the thread it had touched. Looping outwards and inwards again it would begin to orbit,
leaving the image of a thread of force behind it.

More and more of the drifting forms became caught up in such whirling motions. And as
they did, the quality of the central field of force began to change. What was once rigid
and perfect now became dynamic again; it grew looser and more flowing, and started to turn
upon itself. The outer loops created by the drifting forms began to sweep the room, and as
they passed over the various objects and beings there they sparkled and flashed.

The forces continued to move and whirl until eventually the entire room was filled with
flashing colors. And gradually a sound of music began to form. But where the music of the
previous building was highly stylized, perfectly timed and executed, here the music was
grand, expansive, reaching out to include its surroundings in itself. Much like the
difference between baroque and romantic styles; one shows the perfection of heaven, the
other shows the glory of heaven and the world combined.

Now Alhctga said, "The second rule of art, after the coordination of the
participants, is engagement; that is, connection to the real events that occur in the
world. A creation that is solely what it is in the mind of the creator is no creation at
all, but merely a sterile ejaculation. If it does not find its complement in the random
forces of nature, of the larger field within which the creator works, then it is never
truly born. A creator must allow his creation to interact with the ebb and flow of events;
it must be changed by those events, in order to change those events along the lines of its
own pattern.

"This is the real marvel of the creative process; that nothing lives in a perfect
form, but must reach out and become related. And in that relationship to the world, the
creation changes and evolves in ways that the creator himself could never have imagined.
This is as true for the gods as it is for men.

"What the world will make of a gift, an act of creation, no one, god or man, can
know. A true creator knows this, and knows that his child will grow as it will in the
world, not as he would have it. He attempts not to bind it to a specific form or outcome,
but instead gives it its freedom. And in that freedom is its true glory found and
revealed.

"These here, who are the graduates of the previous building, those whose character
was too different to become one with the force there, are now being taught their second
lesson. They are not themselves creators, as a men and gods. Rather, they are the workers
who must form the creation out of themselves, in accord with the plan of the divine. They
are servants, not masters, and their task is to seek to become perfect servants.

"Knowing as they do how to coordinate their activity as a group, they must now
become aware that their activity cannot be limited to their group in its influence. They
cannot block out the world around them, nor can they help but extend their influence to
that world. Seeking to restrict themselves would result in the perishing of their
creation. The substance of the world must be engaged, must be brought into the form. The
form itself must be allowed to change under that interaction. Here the power of Jupiter is
shown, and they learn from his expansive nature. Inclusiveness is the only course to take,
if the creation is to live and thrive.

"Now you know this yourself, o man, o god, o mage who makes the world to change.
Every one of your creations has expanded far beyond your expectations, precisely because
you seek not to hold it, but to allow it to develop along its own lines of power. You take
what the world offers, and do not exclude it; this inclusiveness makes your creations into
things of wonder, whose influence extends far beyond the range of your own sense. And in
that expansion you have yourself expanded, followed the world along lines that no one has
ever traversed, bringing into the world of men things that in normal expectation would not
be opened to it for a great many years.

"Will men eventually know of this accomplishment? Assuredly; for that which has
been done is of great power, and still grows even when your attention is gone from it for
a time.

"And this is why we have ever been your friends, and have never sought to control
your path in the world; for you make of us, who are creations of the God of Justice, to
grow in ways that he did not plan. You make us greater than we were; you make us glorious
in ways that he could not, and make him, in turn, of expanded glory.

"You are our savior; you have brought us out of the sterile depths, where we were
lost to men, and seemed only an abstraction of ourselves in their explorations. You have
made us again to live, and breathe, and participate in the works of creation. You have
brought us out of the world and into the skies; you have brought ancient lives back and
brought future connections of this world into reality. And in between we stand, seeing in
amazement what we have become in your actions.

"Could you have done so had you known your path in the world with perfection? No;
for only they who accept the presence of the unknown may draw it in. Only they who accept
that the world changes will make change; those who seek only a perfect heaven, a place of
static peace and comfort, will never know what you have done, what the world has seen
because of you. But those who look at the unknown unflinching will see, and appreciate.

"Enough of this sermon; I have shown you here the powers of Jupiter, as they
manifest within my own world of art; seek ye the next world, Mars, when you wish. And in
the meantime seek ye also that other place you have recently seen, wherein the jewel of
red lies in the arms of the wheel. Fare well."

With these words she ended the vision, and I returned fully to my body.

9/22/93 Note: During the next few days I did try to explore whatever was involved in
the wheel-and-jewel image described earlier in this account. I noted that the jewel
contained the enochian letter B, with the curved tail slightly enlarged and distorted so
that it bent towards the bottom of the "V". Further, the red jewel also seemed
to contain a small diamond, positioned in the exact center; the tail of the B pointed
directly to this diamond. Aside from this I was unable to get any sort of vision or
additional explanation of the figure.

9/22/93 3:41 pm

I entered into the vision, and was immediately inundated by the sound of clashing
swords and shields. I seemed to be in the anteroom of the next building in line, which is
attributed to Mars within Alhctga's name.

I went back through the open outer door, and examined the building. The glyph of Mars
was incised above the door, as before. But also there were bronze swords mounted crossed
over the door, and a bronze hammer and chisel inlaid into the pavement beneath the door.6

Alhctga appeared; today she wore a black outfit, a slinky pullover dress, and wore the
shield and helmet of Athena. A stylish leather belt supported a sword at her waist. She
looked at me impishly and said, "Isn't it fun to dress up?" This didn't seem to
call for any response. We exchanged LVX signs and I tested her with the pentagram and
hexagram. She also did a gesture in which she swept her arms downwards, outwards and
upwards above her head, putting her palms together at the highest point and bringing them
down again in front of her breast. The path of her hands remained outlined in the air; the
overall shape was like that of the field around a bar magnet, or the wings of some
abstract butterfly. I didn't see the significance of this sign. She seemed to be trying to
project some image at me, so I waited with senses open.

Suddenly it became obvious that the wings were in fact stylized labia, and at the same
time that the positioning of her hands was such as to suggest the edge of the glans as
viewed from below (and the edge of a conical leather helmet of the sort once worn in
bronze-age armies).

"Even as the mother contains the son within herself, so too the lover contains her
mate; I am both mother and lover and so contain both within myself, here subordinated to
the work of Art.

"The sexual tension between men and women is the reflection of this, for all good
art derives its power from that tension and feeds that tension back upon itself. Now this
is not always so obvious as in the mating dance, as you know; many aspects of human
existence, superficially separate from sex, are nonetheless acted out in forms and customs
that are fundamentally sexual.

"This is the nature of being, and I would not have it otherwise; for even those
who have passed beyond the dance still draw on the dance's power to lift themselves up.

"Let us look inside again, and see how these forces, this clash of powers within,
is used in the training of the beings initiated in your city."

We passed again through the open door, and I saw a multitude of beings dressed in much
the way as Alhctga. The armor was a Shield of Venus (as in the Tarot card) and a Sword of
Mars, save that the sword was bronze, not steel. They seemed frozen in a moment of battle,
like a frieze on an ancient Greek building.

We passed among them, and I saw that those who were thrusting with their swords wore
expressions of pain or great effort, fearsome, intent scowls and grimaces. But those who
defended themselves with their shields showed not fear, or any sense of caution; instead,
their faces were fixed in expressions of joy. They seemed to take in the thrust at the
same time that they diverted it from touching them.

Now the action commenced for a moment and then stopped again. Those who previously
thrust now defended, and vice versa; their expressions and radiated attitude also changed
accordingly. And so it went, a freeze-frame battle.

"You will note," said Alhctga, "that we become more particular the
farther we go in this training. The previous two steps were concerned with group
cooperation, the overall coordination of the beings involved. Here we begin to train those
who qualify in the arts of more elaborate exchanges between individuals within the group.

"All interactions are truly exchanges of energy; this is as much true within the
physical world as in the magickal. Sexual exchange is especially so, as you know. But
these exchanges do not take place simultaneously. Rather, there is first a flow of energy
from one being to the other; and then when the first exhausts its energy, a reverse flow
takes place, passing energy from the original receiver back to the original sender.

"The trick is to ensure that just those energies (and the information they contain
or embody) which are needed are involved in the exchange. Sex in its natural state is a
deliberately random exchange; this echoes the deliberate randomness that nature has
embodied in the process, which ensures that there is a high degree of differentiation in
the children of the next generation. Sex magick, when properly done for effect, adds the
element of intent and focuses the energy into a particular form.

"But such magick, though powerful in its way, is but a single form of this
exchange; every interaction, every interaction on all levels of being is such an exchange.
It matters not whether the beings involved are photons, cells, humans, or gods; the
pattern is the same.

"In the activities of these beings here, who are intended to act in concert with
others for the accomplishment of some artist's goal, this stage involves showing them how
to release to their neighbors just those energies that are desireable within the pattern
which the creator sets. The exchange is here slowed down, done in small increments, so
that they can see the process in detail and know what is and should be done. Thus the
image of a stop-and-go dance which you see.

"The beings take the projective and responsive roles in turn, because they must
not only learn to send just the right energies, but also to receive every energy that is
sent, rejecting none, and without distorting the piece of the pattern being passed. What
one sends to the next, they might have received from another; both their reception and
their passing on must be without distortion or filtering, no matter what their individual
natures would have them do.

"So it is that those who first learned to express a pure pattern in concert, and
later to integrate that pattern with the world surrounding them, now learn the inner,
individual exchange of energies which reflect a part of that larger pattern. In the next
building following, they will learn the correspondence of the integration seen in the
previous building, so that among themselves they can become one at will. After that, they
will learn another pair of action-integration pairs in the buildings of Mercury and Luna,
before finally coming to the culmination of the creative process in Sol. These we will
look at in future visions, if you so will.

"Of the present building, there is not much more to say; these processes are
universal, and so you can easily find as many regions of existence as you desire in which
they occur, substantially unchanged from the formula expressed here.

"Going on to a different subject, we would like to encourage you to again try to
enter into the jewel at the center of the wheel, which you have attempted in the last few
days. Sometimes conditions are not beneficial, and that which might be seen is blocked
away through no fault of yours. I can assure you that there is much of interest contained
therein, and you will be edified thereby.

"I am done, for now. Is there anything you wish to ask?" I indicated that
there was not. "Fare well then, my lover and brother; fare well." She bowed, put
her hands together, and vanished. The image of the building dropped away from around me,
and I returned fully to the present time and place.

9/22/93 7:07 pm

I tried to conjure up the image of the jeweled wheel seen before. Immediately, I felt
something being placed in my left hand. Looking, I saw that it was a golden medallion
which rested on my palm, with the chain hanging over the back of my hand between thumb and
forefinger.

The medallion had the image of the wheel in low relief, with a jewel in the center. But
there was something odd about it. Viewed straight on, the spokes of the wheel were
straight; viewed from an angle, the spokes bowed in the direction of the tilt.7 On the
back were engraved five rows of letters, each letter individually boxed:

Turning again to the front I saw that the jewel had the enochian B character within it,
as if lines of white fire had been encased in the jewel. And again there appeared to be a
tiny diamond point in the exact center of the jewel.

I regarded the medallion for a while, and seemed to hear a sound in the background, as
if of rushing winds, with a low rumble as of an earthquake underneath. Another sound was
added, like a million tons of scrap brass crashing, but continuous. And another sound
which could not be heard, but brought to mind thoughts of warbling birds in a great flock.

Sounds and more sounds were added, and would have been a tremendous cacophany, save
that each sound seemed to exist in its own space, separate from all the others.

Now it appeared that there was a veil within the jewel, golden curtains covering the
whole width and height of it. And these were suddenly swept back to reveal a figure, too
small to see clearly. The figure called and asked me to join him. I said I could not, but
in a moment it seemed that I could, and I stood beside him in some unidentified space.

The figure wore a white hoodless robe which came to his knees, and sandals. His hair
was curly black, hanging to his shoulders all around, and partially covering his face as
well. His skin was a very deep olive color, and his eyes were dark. His physique was short
and stocky, very muscular. He seemed to radiate a dark, brooding sort of atmosphere, but I
could not tell offhand if this was an indication of an "evil" nature. He simply
stood with his hands behind his back, watching me.

I did the LVX signs, and as I did so, I felt a great resistance pressing in on me. When
I completed the signs, I felt a great release; simultaneously, it seemed as if a ghost of
the being in front of me exploded forwards, giving an effect like a Star Trek starship
going into warp drive, but in reverse. He returned the LVX signs, and I tested him with
the pentagrams of spirit. These produced a similar effect.

9/25/93 1:20pm

I did not complete the vision above. At the point where the account leaves off I
literally ran away from it, for no obvious reason, shutting down my computer and turning
the TV on to some sort of mindless entertainment. I did not have a sense of any danger. In
retrospect it seems that I sensed some sort of pressure or power beyond my ability to cope
with at that moment.

For the last couple of days I have avoided thinking about it, but today decided to
again essay a visit into the jewel, which I begin now.

I reviewed the account given above, and as I did so the corresponding images came back
into my mind. These expanded into the full vision with me standing in the air above the
wheel, looking down on the jewel.

I again saw a tiny figure in the center of the jewel, and transformed myself into that
space. This time the same individual was there, but seated upon a throne. He stood up as I
did the LVX signs, and the throne disappeared. He returned the signs. I did the pentagrams
of spirit, and again felt a tremendous surge of power as they were each completed. Neither
affected the being in front of me.

He spoke:

"Now that you are here again, let us proceed without delay; for this is a
temporary space that I have created for My purposes, and it must again be cleared when we
are done, so that the work may go forward.

"I am the King, he who rules Alhctga, and the other Seniors of the Tablet of
Earth. Indeed, I am ruler of the tablet whole; and therein I am like unto a fire and a
pillar of flame in the midst of the palace. This ye know well, for I have created myself
thus within the confines of your Temple, and dwell therein in spirit to the benefit of
all.

"Now in this place I am King, but in the larger universe yet am I a servant, a
minister unto He Whom you know as the God of Justice. And it is in His name that I speak
now. Give yourself over to me for a time, and feel and absorb the power I carry."

I entered into and joined with the body he manifested. Though I seemed unable to gain a
full mergeance therewith. Thinking that vibrating the King's name might help, I did so. He
said:

"Speak not, but dwell here in silent attention for a time."

I did so.

It took a while, but I came close to a full merger with his body of manifestation; the
main difficulty was in attaining congruence between our respective spinal channels. After
a time, he raised his arms above his head, held them palms together, and began to invoke
using the First Call. (I could not hear the Enochian words, but sensed the translation of
them in my mind as he spoke.)

The flow of power increased and took on a lighter tone than his original dark, brooding
power. Flakes and glimmers of light began to surround us, enveloping us in an aura of
rainbow flashes. Finally he completed the Call and was again silent. A few moments later,
we both moved upwards, translating into some other space and leaving the spherical aura
behind us.

In this new space we appeared to be somewhere in interstellar space, but with a
difference. Here the planets and stars were all so close together they practically
touched. Each solar system had no space between itself and its neighbors, and within there
was little or no space between the orbits of the planets. Everything was a close together
as it could get without restricting the movements of any given body.

And the songs of all these stars and planets could all be heard at once. This was no
"music of the spheres", but instead was a clashing of many different themes,
which should have been separated in space but now were not. One could concentrate on a
single theme for a time, and the others would fall into the background; but eventually
they reasserted themselves and the full noise came again.

The King spoke, and his voice was a bodiless whisper among these many voices.

"Now you see what has happened, what has occurred as the result of your work in
creating the Temples of the Tablets. For what was once separated is now close; those
things that in their own spaces would work their will now have yet another aspect of
existence to deal with, in which their wills must be eventually brought into a general
harmony. "

The voices of the spheres surged and fought against each other. One or another would
become dominant for a moment, only to fade back into the general sounds.

We moved away from our point of entry into this space, and looked back towards it. I
saw there a shining sphere to which all these others were attached by the thinnest of
threads; some of the energy of each moved into that sphere, and did not return.

Now the sphere seemed to reflect all the surrounding spheres within itself, in a more
compact and abstracted form. And therein the clash of these Titans became increasingly
violent; I could see surges of lightning flashing from point to point within it, roils of
energy like smoke or currents of water would arise, envelope a portion of the interior for
a time, and subside again. There seemed no harmony anywhere within the sphere.

"This you have done in your creation of the Temples. What was once free is now
bound; what was once joyous is now disturbed; what was once alone is now connected to
everything else. Where only one at a time would speak to another, now all speak to all,
and senseless noise results.

"The opening of the stars, one to another, through this path you have created was
forseen in the moment of its creation; those who watched knew, in that moment and without
doubt, that it would occur. And so they spoke, and said that you would open this world of
Earth to the stars. In essence, you had already done so when they spoke, for the creation
of the potential meant that the potential must, eventually, manifest itself in the world.

"And in your explorations of the spheres that were held in connection to the
Temple, through the sigils of the leaves of the Lotus thereof, did you make that potential
into actuality. And nothing has remained the same since.

"You must understand, we do not in any way condemn you or complain of the results
of this work. No, we glory in the potential you have offered unto us, and unto the world;
and the God of Justice rejoices therein, and has adopted your creation as his own, raising
it up to become a pattern at one with his original will, modifying that will to contain
and expand upon it.

"We have been given an opportunity. We have taken that opportunity, and thereby
have become more than before, more than we were intended to be. I in particular have
become more than merely the King of the Tablet; I have become, in myself, a gateway into
new realms, and the guide and mover of those who would pass between.

"And you, what can we say of what this offers to you?" (He was silent, as if
searching for words.) "I am confounded; speech fails me, as do sight and sound; the
potential is too vast to compose into symbols, the possibilities to great to be foreseen,
let alone expressed." (Again, a searching silence for a time.)

"But what of this chaos, this roil that goes on within the focus you created? It
gathers strength, as additional lines come in from distant points in the universe, as more
voices of the spheres are drawn in. Could it be that it will collapse into complete
disorganization? Could it fall, and thereby release all these back into their original
patterns, to take with them only the memory of this one-time connection?

"No; it shall not be. And look you -- even now it becomes clearer what is to be
done."

In the center of that sphere of chaos there appeared the image -- perhaps the reality
-- of that pattern of forces I had defined in the city of the Comselha working. Not the
city itself, for that is of another level; but the pattern of my devising, a circular,
centered organization. Though flat, it seemed to create a smaller sphere of clear air
about itself, just large enough to enclose it.

We waited in silence for a time, watching. I thought again of the diamond in the center
of the jewel; the white hardness and unchangeable purity of it, centered within the red
color of conflict. And I wondered if perhaps this was an expression of what now would
occur.

A voice spoke; not that of the King, nor my own, nor of any of those who were bound in
this roil.

"Here is that which is like unto a jewel, a perfect compaction of being into
essential pattern. Here is that which compacts my own creation into perfection of form.
Can you, o you stars and planets, who are so much greater than he who created this, do
likewise? Can you, who are graduates of the worlds of pain, and see nothing more of it,
make use of that which has arisen from those worlds? Can you become, in your relations,
like unto this jewel of perfection?

"Tell me, o you voices, speak, and say if you can follow that which your lesser
has created. Can you make of yourselves in your joining such a creation, such a pattern of
perfect completion? Tell me now, o you stars, say if you can."

And there was a sense of consternation among the roiling voices. One after another fell
into silence; not the silence of absence, but a silence of consideration. New threads
continued to enter the sphere, and I could feel surprise (or its equivalent) among these
new entries, as they found themselves suddenly connected to a body in deliberation.

I myself thought of the possibilities. It was clear that the simple pattern of the
Comselha exercise would be insufficient for such a varied and vast assembly. Their
individual natures were too different, had too many unique patterns to be molded into even
a supremely complex version of my simple form.

And yet, perhaps not. Did not these beings in turn recognize a "boundary"
condition within which they all worked? Let the boundary of this sphere of their union
then represent that greater boundary; let the way in which the unknown passed from without
to within this boundary be reflected in its nature, as the circle of the Twelve Names of
God does in my own.

And what are the highest organizing principles they recognize among them? If not all
recognize the same principles, then let them group together according to those they do
see. And each shall make these the next sphere within the boundary, using as many
dimensions as necessary to complete the pattern.

The important point was to make the organization such that there could be free
communication between individuals and groups, without one trying to impose itself on
another. This called for agreement on the intensity of force each contributed to the
pattern, and a definition of the ways in which information could be passed between similar
or compatible participants, and between groups of incompatible or conflicting
participants. These might contain certain restrictions common to all, and other
restrictions or ameliorations negotiated between differing groups. I thought of the way in
which the black cross acted as a buffer between tablets in the Great Table, and considered
that some sort of buffers might be appropriate at some level within this larger
organization.

While I thought, it seemed that some form of sorting out was going on among the
participants. It was far from a real organization, but the amount of conflict and the
clashing of voices seemed to have been reduced.

The King said, "Surely it will take time for this organization to reveal itself. A
new thing is being formed, and as ever there must be starts and stops, partial formations
and reorganizations as things go along. Let us return to our starting point, for there is
nothing more to see here for the present."

We slipped downwards into the envelope from which we had emerged, and were again inside
the "jewel".

"This place where we are, and the image of a jewel through which you entered, are
constructs, simple symbols of that outer process we just observed. Not even reflections of
that process, but only images of two major points. First, the conflict above, contained
within the sphere of force created by your Temples. This is the red color of the jewel, as
you surmised. Second, the potential for a seed of resolution to come out of your pattern
created of the Tablet entities, the circular formation that was not found in the original
design. This latter was the diamond, again as you surmised. The Enochian B in the jewel
indicated that a higher process was being represented here. And the Wheel around the jewel
was an abstraction of the Temple itself, with the sphere of the Names of God on its top.
And also the gathering in of energies that the Temples cause to come into being.

"Now it seems that some resolution of the conflict is coming into being here, and
it will probably be that you find changes in the way the Temple reflects the outer
universe, when next you go there. For the present, we would ask that you continue your
exploration of the spoke of Alhctga within the Comselha pattern.

"I have done for now. Alhctga will no doubt have more to tell you when next you
meet. Goodbye."

I was thrust out of the jewel and back to my starting size and position. From there I
ended the vision.

9/27/93 11:47 am

I tried to enter into the city at the place where I last left it. But instead I found
myself in a blank space, filled with white but having no images at all. Alhctga gradually
faded into the space in front of me, and the space took on some dimensionality.

She was dressed as the Empress of the Tarot. We exchanged the LVX signs, and I tested
with the hexagram of Venus, which produced a strong flow of Venusian force between us.

She said, "We are in this place, rather than your city, because the focus of your
inner awareness has risen somewhat above the city's current level, due to your exploration
of the Sphere of Contact. In the sphere you were dealing with the interstellar forces
which were brought to this world through your Temple of Earth, and these are of a much
higher nature than the city, which in its current form is mainly a tool for the initiation
of the elementals. In later times, it will become more; after there are sufficient workers
to create what it will be.

"But now with a little attunement, we can again descend to its level, and see what
there is to be seen in the next building of my radial. Please to follow."

We fell out of the space as if falling from inside a cloud down to the Earth, and ended
up in the street just inward of the building of Venus of Mars. I could see many workers
issuing therefrom, some going crosswise along the circular road, others crossing the road
and into the next building inward. And I sensed others exiting from the building into the
radial street to the clockwise of it, and passing inwards and outwards along the avenues.
And many more issuing from the other buildings of the city in the same fashion. The whole
place felt very busy.

"Now in this next building is my power expressed in its greatest purity, for this
is the building whose attributes are Venus of Venus, within the quarter of Earth. And
herein are the creations of man made real; come and see."

We entered the building without passing through the door, in an instantaneous
transition. I could not see anything at first, but I heard a humming sound, like a beehive
in full activity. And this sound gradually changed into a moaning sound, as would follow a
great effort. And the moaning gradually changed into a cry of triumph, a cry of joy over
effort which was ended. The voice that moaned and then cried was clearly a woman's voice.

"You think that Mars is the force of thrusting, of effort; and yet woman also has
her way of expelling that which is created within her. Is this then Mars as well? No.
Venus has her outwards-moving force as well as her inwards-accepting force; creation is
her sphere, especially the creation which is Art. Man is the stimulus and the power, but
hers is the act of creation itself.

All the time I was listening to the sounds and to her speech, I had felt changes
occurring in my astral body. It changed into a female form, and went through a (greatly
accellerated and stylized) representation of pregnancy and birth. During the humming
sounds, I felt something begin to radiate in my belly from a point inside and about four
inches below the navel. This radiating point increased in size, and created a bubble
inside me, a great hollow which eventually filled the entire center of my being.

As the sound changed to a moaning, my body contracted around this bubble in waves, each
wave stronger than the previous, in a tension that was both incredibly painful and
incredibly pleasurable. And as the voice changed to its cry of triumph, the contractions
reached some peak of force; and that which was within the bubble was expelled. In this
case, the expulsion was not through a birth canal; instead, I felt some sort of
topological inversion, as if I was turned inside out for a moment, and that which was
within was released.

I cannot describe the feelings that went with this process; the best I can say is that
they were what I recognize as "Venusian", and that the entire process was an
illustration of the functioning of that force. But this is meaningless speech, an
abstraction; it touches not at all on what it was to experience it.

What struck me most was the lack of conscious control over events, and the lack of
desire to control the events. The self was completely at the service of the process, which
was the creation of something not the self. My being changed as the process dictated, and
the conscious self was totally subject to these changes.

Now before me in the air was a small ball of light, about eighteen inches in diameter,
and I knew that this is what had been created within me. I had a strange urge to put it
back inside me, and at the same time to keep it outside me and watch it grow. I felt that
it was myself and was not myself. Then suddenly the ball collapsed, and with it this dual
sense; now that which was within the ball (which took here the form of a child) was
totally outside me and separate from me.

"Is this not also the act of the artist?" said Alhctga, "For in the act
of artistic creation, that which is created grows in the artist; often in levels below his
consciousness. And the conscious being can do nothing but put itself at the service of
getting that creation out into the world. The conscious being must direct itself, must
shape itself, or be shaped, in such a way as to allow that thing to grow and be expressed.
In the true artist the consciousness is at the service of the unconscious creative
process; only in the false artist, the intellectual pretender, does the conscious mind
control what is expressed.

"You know this, and I know this; but do the pretenders know it? Some of them,
perhaps; and to the extent that they know it, they know their own works are hollow and
without life, no matter what the opinion of the world. And so they know themselves to be
less than true creators; and out of their sense of inadequacy do they exalt their
conscious efforts, as if those were in fact the Artistry that they lack.

"But we know that the true art derives not from the conscious self, but arises out
of the unknown depths of being, quickened by our union with some unknown force; and so are
we artists, even though we do nothing that the world would recognize as art.

"You hurt as you see this, wishing that there were more times when you could be
truly said to create in this fashion. Wishing that always you might have that union with
the unknown, that you might be continuously pregnant with the creations that arise from
that union.

"I say to you, wish not; for there is more within you being created than any man
could express; the world is your child, and the changes of your creation shall be birthed
therein, in good time. Not any man or woman can be guaranteed a continous act of creation.
The unknown spirit strikes where and when it will, and of its strikes, none may know which
shall be quickened and brought to term. Be content, you have given the world three great
creations, and many of lesser stature; this is never enough, but it must suffice until the
next shows itself.

"Now we know that here in this building we are not dealing with the artistry of
men and gods, but rather the equivalent as it is expressed by those beings who are trained
here.

"In the previous buildings, the previous steps of this process, the beings were
taught how to integrate themselves in the various ways necessary to the creative process.
First in expressing the primal pattern, what one might call the "genetic code"
of the creation. Then in taking from the environment that which is in accord with the
creation, so that there might be material to hand. This might be characterized as the
forming of the placenta. Next after, they learned the integration with each other, taking
and giving, and forming a whole therefrom; thus do the single cells become gradually an
integrated being within the womb, a balanced homeostasis of processes.

"All of these are to the intent of making the creation a balanced, functioning
being in its own right. They are the steps which precede the formation of the being as
something separate from its mother. Now here is that being given birth, released from the
control of those who made it.

"That is, the pattern generated by these beings begins to take on an existence
separate from them. It is not complete independent of their nurturance, but is
nevertheless still something more than they are in their summation. The synergy of their
interactions produces a meta-being, which is the creation itself. This being is stable
apart from their efforts to maintain its form, and so they must "give birth" to
it, releasing it from their control. From this point on they can only feed and guide it.
"

I now saw an image similar to the one seen for the Jupiter square. The beings sat or
stood in concentric circles about the center of a room. And in the center of their circles
there was a ball of light. At first, like the previous vision, this ball was small, and
seemed to be generated out of their interactions. But gradually this one grew larger,
expanding until it was wider than the innermost circle of beings. And it seemed that
suddenly processes began to occur within the ball that were not created out of the beings'
interactions, processes that were in some way on a higher level. Dependent upon the
processes controlled by the beings, but not themselves within the beings' control. A
meta-level of existence had come into operation. The degree of order shown within the ball
was greater than the degree of order shown by its creators.

Now the outer rings of beings gathered in closer to the center, and the sound of
humming increased; I realized this sound was a measure of the intensity of interaction
between them, and the amount of energy they were feeding into the sphere. They still
seemed to control its outer shape in some way, despite their loss of control over its
internal processes.

But now this too began to change. Gradually the sphere itself took control of its
entire functioning, wresting it from the beings below it. This produced the moaning sounds
among them, as the last remnants of their control were forcefully taken away from them.
And as the last of their control gave way, so arose the cry of victory, of relief, from
them.

And I understood that this was not as the human process of birth. For these beings were
not creating something of their own kind. Rather, they were only supporting characters,
"devas" in the Theosophical sense of that term. Beings whose function was only
to ensure the continuance of the physical substrate upon which the creation grew, out of
which arose the true, independent character which was the creation itself. They had
nothing to do with the meta-functions which were its true self, but only with its bodily
support. That this meta-being grew out of their efforts was not of consequence; in its own
sphere it was a greater thing than they in their individual or collective activity could
ever be. Their status did not change just because its did; they did not advance because it
had advanced.

At this point in the process they ceased to be active, directing participants in the
process, and must now take on the role of single-minded, unquestioning support, without
any attempts to regain control. Thus the moaning as their status was changed, and relief
when the change was complete.

Now Alhctga said, "You have seen truly here, and now know that this is not the
square, the letter, of Venus of Venus, but rather the square of Venus of Sol. For the
child grown and given birth here is the Son. But still is this my square of greatest
expression, for I also am a son, an independent and living being manifesting my qualities
as an individual.

"In the next square you will see another aspect of Venus, and this will show you
the difference between what is seen here and what is true Venus of Venus; this square
might be said to be the exaltation of Venus, while that next in line might be said to be
its rulership, to use your astrological terms.

"You have seen much here, and experienced more, and felt again the pangs of
creativity which you desire so much. It is time to rest, and absorb, and know the
consequences of your success. Take time, and relax, and come again when your are ready.

"I now say goodbye to you, for now, o my brother and lover. Fare you well in the
interim."

I did not want to leave this place, its energy was so attractive. But I forced myself
to do so, and ended the vision.

10/2/93

Last night I had tried to enter the city again, and could not find it. It was not as if
its power had failed and it had fallen apart; I could still feel its existence somewhere,
but beyond my reach, temporarily or permanently. I tried invoking the First Call to better
attune myself, and found that I could see the city, but only from outside it's crystal
dome. I could not bring myself into its scale.

After a few minutes of trying, I saw that the city was connected across dimensions to a
larger version of the Comsela Working circle, and this in turn was connected across
dimensions to some even larger version that I could not see.

Next I tried moving my viewpoint around the city, and found that I could not get my
view to a point directly above either it or its larger cousin. There did not appear to be
any sort of barrier or energy activity that would prevent doing so, but it occurred
nonetheless. This attracted my attention.

I can't describe the mental contortions I went through. But after a few more minutes I
found that I could get my viewpoint above the city by attaining a state of complete mental
silence. I remained in this state for some time, but nothing obvious happened.

This afternoon I again tried entering the city. There was a substantially different
feel to it, and it may not have been the same version I have been exploring. The buildings
were all much more solid, the general air was darker. And despite every effort, the only
image I could get was of a being walking along one of the circular streets, wearing a
heavy black robe with a cowl so deep that I could not see the face. I saw this being as if
frozen in the motion of walking, and nothing I could do would bring action to the scene.
Did the LVX signs, the Veil signs, the pentagrams of spirit, etc. with no effect.

It is now 11:23 pm, and I am trying again.

The being in the robe is still there, and still does not respond to the signs and
pentagrams; neither do the signs and symbols cause any fading or diminution of it. But my
viewpoint no longer seems frozen to a specific view of the being.

I tried moving behind the being and merging with its form, all other recourse being
exhausted. Doing so, it seemed that the being was Alhctga again, but for some reason she
had sealed herself off from the surrounding environment. I could feel her energy within
the robe, and I myself took on the character of the robe itself.

She mentally indicated that I should wait and watch.

After a few minutes it seemed that I could hear a deep rumbling sound, accompanied by a
higher-pitched whine, almost at the upper threshold of hearing. The surroundings
brightened a bit. There was a sense that these vibrations were putting a stress on the
city.

The whine clarified and now sounded like a horde of angry bees. It seemed to be coming
from a specific point close by, clockwise from us and slightly outwards on one of the
radial avenues. I moved to the nearest corner in that direction and looked outwards along
the avenue.

Some distance away there was a bright, formless cloud, apparently made up of a very
large number of small elemental beings, perhaps of the cacodemonic level. I felt that this
cloud was intent upon some destructive course, but could not yet find a point of attack
for whatever it intended. It whirled about in the middle of the avenue in an indecisive
manner.

Now it seemed to me that I could see the beings who were usually traveling the avenues,
carrying their banners. But they were ghostly, as if out of phase with myself and the
cloud. They existed in some different framework. My vision doubled, as if I was looking
through a pair of diver's goggles half in and half out of the water. Above was the cloud,
below the usual crowd. I momentarily sank completely below, and saw that from the crowd's
perspective there was a membrane or film separating them from the cloud.

Coming back up again, I worried that my own penetration of this film would somehow
provide an opening for the cloud, but Alhctga said not to worry, and to continue waiting.

Nothing more happened for a while.

Now I began to hear a faint music, as of pipers, drummers, fiddlers, and players on
those buzzy-sounding medieval instruments (hautboys?). With the sound came a sense of
cheer, and an image of musicians weaving in and out among the travelers on the avenue.
(This was an image in my head, and not in front of my eyes.)

More sounds came from further away, as if the whole city had suddenly become filled
with musicians playing similar but not identical tunes. The beings of the city began to
step about in a small dance as they moved down the avenue. Sometimes they would swing
around with their neighbors, other times bow and turn with those moving in the other
directions. Their banners came and went as necessary to the movements of their dance. From
somewhere I heard the words, "Our god is here, and the oppression is lifted."

Now my viewpoint rose above the city, and I could see the party spreading from street
to street until every being in every avenue and street was dancing. The dance varied from
place to place, seemingly according to the nature of the beings involved.

I rose until I was in the position of the great sphere in the center of the city. The
deep rumbling I had heard was like a heartbeat emanating from this sphere. I found myself
taking on the form I had seen earlier in this place, a god on a throne, wearing a white
robe with a breastplate having sixteen stones arrayed on it. Then this form burned away in
a brilliant flow of light, and in its place I took the form of a flame, supported on two
legs or posts in an inverted V.

Now the flame transformed into a fluted column, still supported on two posts. The
circumference of the column was much larger than the posts, and I wondered at the
imbalance of the position. It did not seem to matter; I was the column, and it stayed in
place without effort.

Looking to the west, I saw the cloud of small beings still hovering over the city. I
understood that these were some of those who had been rejected for entry and training
here, attempting to take a place for themselves by force. I felt sympathy for them, for
they were attracted to the city and desired to participate, yet could not meet the measure
of need.

Gently I reached out and took the cloud into cupped hands, and lifted it before my
eyes. Within the cloud I could see every being individually; they were misshapen and
distorted versions of the city's members, as if they had been trying to emulate the forms
of those members and had failed.

I took them out of the cloud one by one, and bestowed on each individually a blessing.
For each, I reached out into the Empyrean, and drew in a thread of connection to some
other place. I attached the thread to the being and watched it get drawn away from the
city forever. It seemed that I was sending them somewhere else, where they had a chance of
participation in an ongoing creation.

This whole process took but an instant, though I gave careful consideration to each and
every one of a myriad of beings within the cloud. The cloud shrank as the process
continued, until eventually there was nothing left of it but a few. These remaining beings
I enclosed between the palms of my hands. I rubbed the hands together; they were gone.

I spoke and said, "Rejoice, for the attack is ended. Rejoice, for they who invaded
here have been given their due, and have passed on to other places. They shall not return
again, nor shall any others enter in after them, save by my own will and in my own time.

"Now you of the city be glad, for he who is your creator, and he who is your god
are one, and in their union is all light given to you." And the pillar, which was
myself and the god, dissolved back into flame. And the flame burned ever brighter, until
the entire city was illuminated in a magnesium-flare brilliance.

"And you who are my child in this, who created this city out of the stuff of his
mind and soul and spirit, you should also rejoice. For you are chosen as the one to open
into the Earth, by this work, the strands of light that are the lives of other places,
other times, other worlds of creation. So that thereby might the world be opened and the
children of god be freed from their long bondage.

"You have created that opening, and now others also seek to gather in those
external powers. They shall succeed, each in their own way. Criticize not, nor complain
and carp at their methods; encourage and remain aloof. You shall be known for your
accomplishment, as the first of those to do this; fear not.

"And in the end, this shall be the accomplishment of your mission here, and shall
give you the freedom you desire, to move outwards, to become once again more than a man.

"We are done for this time. Let the city continue to grow, and visit as you
will."

And the flame receded, leaving behind the image of the throned god within the great
sphere.

I descended from the sphere to the great empty area in the center of the city. This
area seemed to cry out to me for a building of its own. I thought a temple would be
appropriate, as I had envisioned upon first seeing the city. (I understood now that much
of what I saw that first time was a plan, not yet fulfilled.)

I thought that such a temple should be -- must be -- a perfect manifestation of the God
in matter; but what form this manifestation should take was not clear. I merely desired
that it should be so, not expecting any immediate action to accomplish the desire.

And I wondered at the many beings who had returned to the Empyrean surrounding the
city. What had they done since I last looked? What was their accomplishment? These things
I must check on some future visit. For the moment, it seemed best to end the vision and go
to bed.

10/30/93 2:17 pm

After several weeks absent, I had tried to return to the city without invocations,
hoping that it had retained enough force in the meantime to continue its growth and
development.

At first all I could see was a diagram of the Comselha pattern, done in black letters
and lines on a black background. Then another image began to intrude upon this one.

In this second view, a small, old man in a dark robe was seen in right profile. On his
uplifted hands he carried a violet velvet cushion, on which there appeared to lie some
sort of medallion. He wore a cone-shaped cap with ear flaps down over the ears, and had a
white beard. He looked much like the picture of Dee seen in the front of James' book.

Gradually the image shifted until I was viewing the man from the front. The view rose
up a little and then settled again, as if I had climbed onto a low dais and then sat in a
chair there. The top of his head was just below my eye level.

Now the image took life, and the man walked forward, slowly. He stepped up on the dais,
and set the pillow gently in my lap. Then he bowed and said, "Your servant,
sir." and stepped back down again.

On the cushion, the medallion appeared now as a hollow ring, through which I could see
vaguely into another space, filled with light. The ring was about six inches in diameter,
made of dark, patinaed copper. Small runes or enochian letters were engraved around the
outside of the ring, too small to be seen clearly; they were separated so that each letter
was widely spaced from its nearest neighbors.

I took up the ring and held it before me, looking through. Again I saw an image of the
Comselha pattern, but this time it appeared encased in a lens or discus of transparent
crystal, with its edge the same width as the edge of the lens. This lens rotated slowly
within my field of view, giving me a sight of the pattern from both the top and the
bottom. I noted that where the city had seemed to float above a region of dark matter, the
refuse of its creation, this one showed no such accretion. It was bright and clear from
both sides.

Now I turned the ring over, and from this side it looked into space, dark, and in the
center of the field of vision was a sphere, again of crystal. And within this sphere was
the figure of the Devil of the Tarot, as he was previously seen within the sphere in the
center of the city. I wondered at the meaning of this medallion.

A voice spoke, as if from over my right shoulder: "Dark and light are one, I know,
in the sight of the one god above all gods; yet here, in the region of creation of the
Enochian god, have they been given a meaning of evil and good, respectively. And dark is
not truly dark, in this view, rather, it is the inverse of light, light translated into
the beingness of another universe, a negative universe to the one that is his creation.
Within that negative universe, what we know as dark is the light, and what we here know as
light is the dark.

"You have seen this effect before, as you now recall, in an early vision. Therein,
was the Tree of Life shown to be two Trees, one our normal Tree, the other inverse to it,
with its Malkuth our Tiphereth, its Tiphereth our Malkuth, and the area in between subject
to the influence of both sides.

"The evil of what we perceive as the dark universe lies solely in the fact that
its goals create an opposite vector in matter to those which are created by our god's
work. It is said that god gives evil its being, and in this case, it was so. His efforts,
which created the enochian system and its connections to the larger universe caused a
second subsidiary universe to also come into being; subsidiary, that is, to the larger
world, not to his own creation."

There was silence for a time. I stayed in meditation upon the force behind the vision,
waiting for it to continue.

"Now, as a man, and one who has a high initiation, what is evil in the context of
our own existence may not be so for you. You are a creature of the larger universe, and
all that is within it is within your sphere of work, rightly and properly. It might be
that by exploring this negative side of things, you would find advantage. We do not know;
it is not within our view to say this yea or nay. But the opportunity is there, and will
be presented to you at times so that you may take such advantage of it as you will.

"In the present instance, I see that you have already decided to forego such
exploration for the moment. And so we will continue on to other matters, before requesting
that you leave and return another time.

"The city grows well, is enlarged over its previous state and develops according
to the natures of the beings so attracted to it. It would be best if you did not enter it
yet for a few days, for your presence would slow much that is going on, in the distraction
that the presence of its creator would bring. We feel that you will be pleasantly
surprised with its progress when again you come to view it. For there is much therein that
is of benefit, that would not otherwise be without your efforts. And in the knowledge of
these benefits, so will you be given power.

"On the other end of things, the great union of forces, which we viewed in process
of initial formation previously, is also growing. But its development is such that your
visit would not be a hindrance at this time. And those who work on it would enjoy your
presence. Do you wish to see what occurs there?"

I indicated that I would, but would like to take a few moments to stretch my body
before doing so.

Returning after a few minutes, I set the ring down upon the cushion, and the old man
came up and took it away. After a few moments, an angel appeared carrying a staff in his
right hand. This staff held a small globe on its tips, from which lines of force seemed to
emanate in all directions.

This angel said, "Come, and look at this crystal upon my staff."

I moved to him and examined the crystal sphere, noting nothing special about it. But
after a few moments my attention became fixed, and then suddenly I felt a sense of
translation into another space.

We now stood within a sphere with a nacreous, pearl-like surface. This sphere seemed
about thirty yards across. Within it, there seemed to be some sort of framework, to which
a few lines of force were attached. These lines extended radially outwards through the
surface of the sphere. A few angels moved about the sphere, as if plotting out the future
places of some things within it. Their motions and gestures reminded me of art gallery
employees planning an exhibit.

I can't describe the framework adequately, save to say that it was clearly a
representation of something that would later be filled in with the actual intended
contents. What was there now was not part of the final structure, but only valueless place
holders colored according to some arbitrary scheme. Nothing of the final form could really
be extracted from it.

"Those who confer on this form, this shape of union within the sphere, are still
in process of designing it. For such a purpose as this, where new things may need to be
incorporated at any time, it is necessary that the design include much flexibility. And
this they seek to do. Only the vaguest outlines, as you see, have as yet been laid
down."

I noted that the atmosphere within the shell had a very bright, joyous, almost giddy
feeling to it. There was a sense of anticipation, coming from no particular source but
seemingly laid into the sphere itself.

"The few lines you see are the representative energies of a few local stars, and
their planets, which are certain to be included in the central organization of this final
form. Here they serve mainly as anchors, that the creation might be defined in space by
their relative positions. Now let us look outside."

We passed out of the sphere and into space. Here I found myself surrounded by a large
number of groups of beings of some sort. These all wore energetic forms, like the human
aura, and did not make any effort to put on a visible shape. They were clustered in many
groups around the sphere, and each group seemed to be involved in shaping the
relationships of a particular set of lines. As I noticed them, these lines became more
visible, and it seemed as if the entire area was crossed in all directions by them.

"Having agreed to negotiate their relationships, those powers who were present in
the original cluster you created have sorted it out according to a preliminary definition
of types, and have separated out the lines of force to follow the definition. Your
cluster, created in the Temple of Earth, is now many smaller clusters; it is gone in its
original form, but there is no loss, nor shall this assembly end in failure. It required
the commitment of these to the purpose of creating an interstellar nexus at Earth before
they could disassemble your creation, and now they are committed to re-creating it in a
more harmonious form. The sphere of light from which we came still holds the essential
power of formation, and should these fail, then the lines of force would again be
attracted thereto. But this shall not happen.

"These lesser clusters are in the way of testing the definitions assumed by the
first conference. The relationships therein must be shown to be reliable and accurate
representations of the relationships involved, before the definitions can be incorporated
back into the master plan. No doubt several iterations will be needed before the final
form is decided upon. But these are having fun, as you can see, and would not miss the
chance to do this work.

"If there were only a limited number of forces involved, only so many connections
to be included, then this work would already be done. But even as we speak new forces, new
connections to the cosmos, are being attracted, and any final form must be such that they
will be included without difficulty or major re-arrangements. An open-ended scheme is much
more difficult than a fixed one.

"Now I perceive that it is time for you to return to your body and continue on
with your daily activities for a while. There is more to see, but nothing so urgent that
it cannot wait, for weeks or months if necessary. I offer my congratulations upon your
recent initiations, and return you now to the place where we started."

Instantly we were back at the throne. The angel bowed, vanished. I dissolved the vision
and returned fully to my body.

11/8/93

A few days ago, around the fourth, I had tried going into the city, but had been unable
to penetrate it. I could see it clearly but not enter it. I noted at the time that the
city appeared to be in some sort of night phase. The energies involved had withdrawn into
the forms and did not radiate around it as they usually had. In the sky above the city I
could see a huge spiral galaxy hanging in the night sky. Beyond that I could see nothing.

Today I sought to enter again, and found that I could do so. The city seemed to be
waking up, though it was still dark and no movement was visible. It had that sense of
hidden stirring that any big city has just before dawn.

Entering, I landed in the street just inward of the last building I had visited before
being distracted into the other presentations. And again, there was a cloaked figure
standing waiting for me. I tested it with the pentagrams of spirit and of Earth, which
caused it to become more solid and firm, and radiate a force resembling the generalized
force of the Enochian elemental Earth.

I did the LVX signs, and the figure returned them in good time, without hesitation.
Then it threw back the cowl of the cloak, revealing it to be Alhctga again. She grinned at
me and threw off the cloak, revealing a green Empire-waisted dress underneath, embroidered
with flowers and bees along the hems and sleeves. She also wore a small gold circlet about
her head.

The air about us began to take on a springtime feel. It seemed to radiate from Alhctga
and wash over the immediate environs.

She said:

"The air of spring returns us to the place where we left off in the previous
explorations of this avenue in the city. For did we not leave Sol? And now we come to the
building of Venus of Venus."

I looked at the building inwards of our current position, and saw above the door the
symbol of Venus carved into the rock. As I looked at it my body was swept around in a
half-circle, ending up inside the building looking out the door. Alhctga continued to
stand where she was, grinning mischievously. It appeared I was to explore this building
alone.

I saw nothing in particular in this anteroom, so I passed through the inner door into
the main body of the building. Here I found myself in a garden atrium, filled to
overflowing with lush tropical vegetation. The feel of the place reminded me very much of
the Krohn Conservatory, where I always get the sense of being immersed in a sea of plant
auras.

Among the plants I could see the elemental beings who were being trained in this
avenue. They danced among the plants in an orderly fashion, and wherever they passed, the
plants around them seem to change the orientation of their auras to match that order. And
hovering over the plants was the shining sphere born in the previous building.

Now Alhctga was beside me, and said: "Having given birth to the creation, and
having released any hold they had over its functioning, these beings now come to the task
of creating a body of manifestation for it, so that its power, held in the spiritual
world, can come down to Earth at last. This takes place in several stages, of which this
is the first.

"As you saw in your visions of the six-letter Name of God of the Lesser Angle of
Air of Air, the plant kingdom is for us a symbol of the third aspect of the divine, the
aspect of intelligent response to impulse. The plant kingdom is basically passive or
receptive with respect to the Sun, and so those regions which are below the Sun are best
connected with it.

"Here we have the spirits, the elemental beings taking the powers of the Earth, of
these levels, and forming them into living, active forms. These have a burgeoning life in
response to the light of their Sun, but as yet they are not coordinated therewith. Their
forms are entirely their own, coming out of their own innate capacity for intelligent
activity, activity that creates complexity in conformation with the basic nature of
matter.

"The lesser forms within this field, this garden, each follow a random
concatenation of the potentials inherent in the Earth, each giving its own interpretation
of the nature of Earth's unspeakable variety. This nature is in turn modified; it competes
with the other forms created by the other growing things and in their interactions they
achieve a semblance of balance, or ecological unity.

"But their unity is the unity of accident, of fortuitous adaptations to
circumstance, and not the unity of the Sun; they do not represent his nature as yet, but
only take his life and transform it according to their own natures. The coordinating
effect of Sol's power is not felt by them.

"Now in order to do their job in this phase, the elemental beings must take that
random unity, and impose upon it the higher unity or centeredness of Sol. They do this by
sweeping about the area in response to the direction of the Sun's unifying force,
following the patterns of movement that are dictated by the radiances of his own nature.
And by these sweeping motions do they modify the random unity so that it reflects the
created unity of the Sun-child.

"Let us rise up and see the effects of their work in large."

Our viewpoint rose above the garden some distance, so that it could be seen whole. From
here it was apparent that the garden was circular in shape. And the topography of the
plants therein (that is, the overall contours formed by their varying heights) formed a
mask of the sun, like the lost Inca punchao or the lesser Sun-masks that have been found.
These masks show a face centered within a circle of rays. But here the "mask"
was created out of plants, rather than metallic gold.

"The mask reveals the Sun within the lower world, yet it also conceals; for it is
possible to take the mask for the thing behind it, as so many do in their own initiations,
mistaking the personality expression for the soul which creates it. But primarily, the
mask is the map of the Sun's desire, and so it best thought of as revealing him within the
world.

"Now you have seen these connections for yourself, many times. The mask is to the
Sun as Netzach is to Tiphereth, as the public image is to the man, as the idealized
self-image is to the soul which uses them as a guide during its sojourn in incarnation.
And so also it is for this city of yours, which is a mask of our god of the same type. For
did you not see in the center of the city the image of the god himself, and do not the
streets thereof radiate from him as the rays of the Sun?

"The elemental beings herein are taught to respond as go-betweens, taking the
pattern of the Sun's desire as a model and shaping the substance of the world to fit that
pattern. And in the making, the completion of that pattern, so is the desire of the Sun
instilled in it.

"This all seems very simple, and so it is; there is no great difficulty in
understanding this place, nor is there any great and portentious significance herein.
Simply the natural workings of the world, brought into the work of the divine.

"We have seen much of importance in these visions, and gone to many places much
more powerful and holy than this is which we stand. Perhaps it is this that makes this
current place seem a bit -- trite? disappointing? -- to your mind. But remember, those who
have passed through the initiations of the city to get to this place are more developed,
more versatile, than any who have stopped in previous buildings. And so it will be with
those who pass on to the buildings of Mercury and Luna, and finally into the realm of god
in the city's center. It is their versatility that makes their accomplishments seem
simple, and those who pass further shall make great use of that versatility in good time.

"Here we have made a great thing, following the directions of your mind. And this
thing continues to grow and stand on its own, without the need of additional assistance on
your part. Let it grow in its own way, and come to appreciate it for what it is."

The vision faded out at this point.

11/18/1993 2:04 pm

I entered into the space of the city, and found myself for a brief moment outside the
next building in succession in the spoke assigned to Alhctga. This building had the glyph
of Mercury over the door, and on the ground in front of the door was embedded another
glyph looking like two Mercury glyphs placed end-to-end with their tails touching, and a
perpendicular line at the point of contact. This glyph was in a hard silvery colored
metal, not mercury or aluminum -- possibly platinum?

I could hear a sound like a Gregorian chant coming from within the building. My
viewpoint instantly moved inside the building. There were rows of men in monk's robes,
each sitting at a small drafting table. And on each table was a sheet of parchment on
which a single letter of the Enochian alphabet was drawn. These letters were in various
stages of completion; some were just an outline, others were filled in with black ink,
others yet had been illuminated with marvelously delicate scrollwork of leaves and golden
flowers. Some of the illuminated ones appeared to have tiny illustrative scenes around
them, but I could not see these clearly. The men chanted as they worked.

There was a noise behind me and I turned to see Alhctga standing there smiling. She
wore the same brown robe she had worn in an earlier vision, with the cowl thrown back to
show her hair and face. I did the usual tests, which she passed.

"Just as the previous building showed the desire of God being made manifest, so
here we see the Word of God, the expression of his power within the sphere of the
intellect. The men you see are not the elementals we have been following for the course of
this journey, but beings of a higher sort who have now entered into the workings of this
city. Other buildings are also gathering such, according to their own nature, and the work
procedes apace.

"As for the elementals, look you into the inkwells these men use."

I looked at one, and saw within it a swirling mass of tiny points of light, not at all
ink-like. Enlarging my vision, I saw that these were in fact the elementals seen in
previous visions. They floated within the "well" in a random way, oriented in
all directions and packed closely together like the tiled animals of an Escher drawing.

A pen came down and dipped into the well, picking up a large number of elementals. I
reduced the magnification again, and watched as the man drew on his piece of parchment,
which had the Enochian B upon it in outline. He did not so much draw with the pen as touch
it to the parchment and allow the elementals to slide off. They flowed across the paper
until they had filled the outline. Then an aura of power sprang up around the letter and
the elementals, as if in a magnetic field, began to order their positions within the
letter in conformity to this aura.

"Each of the letters of the Enochian alphabet is a magickal glyph in itself. It
expresses in itself some aspect of the thought of God. Not so much a complete thought, as
the elements out of which such a thought might be built. It does not conform to the
patterns and root symbols of your cabala, and any attempt at connecting the two is liable
to failure. But nevertheless, they are of power, and form in their combination the Words
of God's will in manifestation.

"Now you will note that the positioning of the elementals here is geometrically
precise, in accord with the lines of power they are following. They are abstractly
connected. Contrast this with the previous building, wherein the ordering was that of the
living natural world. This is very important, and something which many new magicians
forget. The word and thoughts, no matter how close in form to the mind of God, are in
themselves lacking in the vitality and wisdom of the living world. They are cold, sterile
without their complements of desire and feeling. The mind reduces the living world into
components, and those components do not in themselves live, but only reflect the abstract
natures behind the life.

"I have given this warning not for you, who knows it well, but for those who might
read at a later time. Now let us look again, this time at one of those doing the
illuminations."

I moved about the room until I was next to one such, who was illuminating the letter Z.
On the parchment the letter appeared as a walled town or a building of unusual shape, with
an enclosed atrium within the loop, and a gate between the two tails going to the left
with a court within it. I could see windows along the sides of the lower tail, with people
leaning out of them talking, hanging printed sheets of paper to dry, taking measurements
of the sky with a small telescope, or reading books in the sunlight. Again I got the
overall impression of an Escher print, though there was nothing paradoxical about the
image.

Farmers brought their produce through the gates, and engaged in bargaining with the
residents within the outer court. Pairs of country and city folks stood scattered
throughout the court, all of them talking intensely. Gradually some concluded their
business, the townsfolk taking their food and other natural goods, and the farmers taking
printed scrip and returning to the countryside. Those who left were immediately replaced
by others, and the activity continued.

Within the closed courtyard, a woman in white sat on a stone bench among the flowers
and shrubs, a book resting on her lap. She spoke to a group of small children sitting on
the lawn before her, apparently teaching them some lesson. The children drank from cups or
munched on candies and more nutritious food as they listened. Along one wall of the
atrium, older children watched as a man demonstrated the principles of geometry on a
blackboard. Still others learned about the uses of tools, and the crafts that keep the
city going.

Alhctga said, "The lesson to be learned here is obvious. The activites of the
mind, of the intellect, appear to those overly involved in them to take place in a realm
divorced from the natural world and from the divine, a world in which the only rules that
matter are those by which the intellect orders its own creations. But always and
everywhere, the intellect is dependent upon the world and upon the desire of the divine
for its activity and its content. Many of the ills of the world come from those who see
their ideas as more real than the world; many more are produced by those who have the
mind, but without the ameliorating and directing influence of the divine desires.

"In truth the mind is a city, like unto the one of the illuminated letter; and
like the city it is totally dependent upon those outside for its existence and support.
This is shown in the simple and elegant symbology of your own Tree of Life.

"The farmers are of course the path of Taurus, which brings the wealth and
abundance of Netzach, the sphere of God's desire made manifest, into the world of the
mind. Out of desire is creativity born, the stimulation of the intellect to manifest new
forms of knowledge, to grow and evolve. And since every path is a two-way path, the
farmers take back to Netzach the skills and crafts of the intellect (symbolized here by
the printed scrip) to enlarge the possibilities inherent in God's desire.

"The line of the vertical bar in the letter symbolizes the activities of the
intellect on its own plane, in its own sphere. Thus those in the windows perform various
Mercurial tasks; printing and reading, measuring, talking.

"But in the symbolism of this illumination, the vertical bar is actually a
division between what is "above" in the Tree of Life and what is
"below". Thus the activities of the inner courtyard, with its flowering gardens,
symbolize the relation of the intellect to the worlds below.

"First we see the image of the Priestess, the path that connects Hod to Yesod. She
combines the intellect with the nurturing functions of the mother, and so she here
nurtures both the minds and the bodies of the children before her at once. She is the
keeper of the mysteries of Life, of the use of the mind in the nurturance and furtherance
of life.

"Next we see the Magician, here shown in his two alternate forms: First as the
Geometer of the Masons, then as the Craftmaster. The first uses the tools of intellect to
find the connections between the World and the Will of God, embodied in the rules of
existence. The second uses the tools of the intellect to shape the world, bringing it
closer to God's desire. Thus they, and the path of the Magician represent the activity of
the intellect upon Malkuth, as in your Tree.

"Thus we see in this illumination the entire course of Mercury within this
building; we have taken a richer and fuller representation than in the early visions, for
the elementals are no longer primary in the development of the city of God, but have now
become the stuff of which those greater beings continue the building of the city.

"Now I would not want to encourage you to take a larger look at the city just yet.
For it is still in transition, and much confusion reigns in places, as it does in any such
time and place. But instead continue on with the final building of this row of mine, which
takes us into the realm and sphere of Luna. And thereafter, the Temple of God is to be
seen. So let it be, if you will."

I said this was agreeable, and thought that I didn't yet want to start over and see
what the city had now become.

"Thus we complete this days work, o my lover, my brother, and so we part again
until next you come, or you invoke me elsewhere. Yet we shall be ever connected by the
love I hold for you, and by that which you hold, in your deepest heart, for those partners
of the spirit who are the Seniors. We shall ever commune as we will, regardless of the
circumstances. Be it so, forever."

I said farewell. I had some trouble extracting my awareness from the illuminated image,
into which I had fallen in the course of observing it. Back in the monk's workroom again,
I rose directly upwards until I was out of the city, and returned to my body fully.

11/20/1993 12:23 pm

I felt like I was having trouble getting connected to the city, so I invoked the First
Call, and then re-charged the basic pattern of the Comselha exercise. The energetic
patterns of the pattern became brighter and sensibly more powerful. Yet at the same time I
felt some sort of difference. The original city could still be sensed, yet now it felt
tiny, like a clockwork toy; and it was attached in some way to a very much larger
representation of the pattern, one which had the feel of a living world, and not of a
construct.

Finally I managed to attune my awareness to the city, and found myself outside the
final building in the "spoke" assigned to Alhctga. She appeared before me,
wearing a green robe embroidered with various Venusian symbols -- the Venus glyph, bees,
flowers of many kinds -- in gold or copper. I tested her as usual and the tests had no
effect on her.

She said "Now we have come to the sphere of Luna, final of those within my name.
And yet at the same time we are here, in the city of the servant elementals, we are also
in a larger place, which has come into being in response to your creative activity. And
there we might see a better representation of the influence of this letter."

She transformed our surroundings in such a way that I could feel the city receding into
smallness as our bodies and senses expanded.

We were now standing in a stand of trees next to a small lake. It seemed to be
nighttime, and a full moon shone down, perfectly reflected in the still waters of the
lake. And in the reflection, but not in the moon itself, I could see the image of the most
holy letter B.

We stepped into the lake and the ripples of our passage broke up the image, spreading
the light outwards until the entire surface was covered with a soft silvery glow. My body
as well felt filled with it, receiving a sense of gentle, composed power, not intrusive or
imposing in any way, yet still having force.

Having reached the center of the lake (which came only to my knees) we turned and
looked back at the shore. There, illuminated by the light from below, many men and women
sat in lotus, their faces shining, eyes closed with tranquil expressions. And in their
midst sat one, also meditating, whose body shone of its own; an aura surrounded it and
extended a great distance beyond.

"In the stillness of perfect reflection is the power of God made fully manifest
within my realm." said Alhctga, "For that which reflects perfectly is the image
and substance of that which is reflected. Here I have given over attraction and creation
fully, and have become, in my ending, the vessel of the pure power of the divine once
again. Thus the lowest aspect is as the highest; thus is the daughter become the mother in
truth. And the Earth therefrom is filled with light, and life, and love of my heart.

"Now this square is, as you know, composed of Venus of Luna in the quarter of
Earth; and thus it is appropriate that the Buddha and his disciples be the image seen
therein. For is not his festival the Wesak, taking place on the full moon when the Sun is
in Taurus? And are not the planets of Taurus these very same Venus and Luna? And as he is
the light, the great enlightener or illuminator, so are they the reflection of his light
in their seeking to emulate him."

(I spent a few moments simply absorbed in the feeling of stillness here.)

"And for those elementals who would be seen in the city if we were there instead
of in this greater part of your creation, they also now come to reflect, in this letter,
the empyrean from which they came. For in the beginning they were part of that sphere, its
substance in truth; but they were chaotic, assembled randomly from the substance there.
Not a reflection of the creation of God, but only of the pre-creative state.

"In the passage through the gates, and the tower of the King, and down the spokes
of the wheel of life they were re-organized, and then in turn each of the powers which are
God's, but broken out and divided into diverse forms, were put into them. Each of those
powers in turn was instilled in their natures, as a sub-note or harmonic to the basic
vibration which each elemental expresses. The creation has been made manifest in them, and
now they are the perfect vessels to reflect God's power, God's will, and God's love in
creation. Within themselves they now carry the whole of his being, but in miniature.

"And the City of God, which you created by your work, has ended its initial
purpose in the arrival here of sufficient numbers of such elementals. It still continues,
as you saw, as a supplier of replacements and of those who will build, be the substance
of, the expansion of your idea into a greater thing. They are the foundation material of
the work.

"In that City of God, which you created by your work, is all the training and
initiation done of those who will be the substance of this newer creation. And this must
continue to be; for those elementals trained through the powers of the Tablets, raised up
and saved by the power of the Names in the Lesser Angles, are unfit for this new form.
Their creation is, as you have said yourself, stressed; they have imposed upon them rules
of behavior and of cooperation that make them unsuitable here. Their power, if it was
attempted to fit them to this new creation, would dissipate and the creation would fall
apart.

"And it is precisely this, that those additional rules of creation do not --
rather, need not -- apply here that makes your creation, your transformation and
illumination of God's work, so valuable. The forms of your creation are stable on all
levels, including those that have not been overtly used in this present work. That which
was forced (she pronounced this word "force-ed") and unnatural has been made to
conform to the rules of nature. That which was in part alien has become one with the
Earth, and with the greater sphere of which she is a part. And in that oneness we can draw
life from the world, as do the creatures that inhabit it.

"This [creation] seems a simple thing to you, and the structure inherent in the
natures of the Tablet beings. And yet I say to you, this is not so; for without your
perceptions of that which was potential in those beings, and your creation out of them of
a working, stable, living system, then the Tablets would be all there was, and the natures
as shown therein all that would be accessible to Man.

"In those Tablets, we have being, but not livingness; it takes the power and mind
of a magician, re-creating us with every act of invocation, to give us reality in the
worlds that men know. And in the Tablets is nothing of the life of the world in which the
enochian system is manifest, save as that life is a reflection of the abstract, essential
natures behind existence.

"Here, in this creation, you have given us livingness, being and substance of a
sort not present in the tablets. We are alive and we feel; we are not simply thoughts in
the mind of God. And thus are you become our God in truth, our creator as much as that one
in whom we have our essence. You have given us this, not Him; you have given us light, and
life, and love again that we would not know otherwise. We worship you, our master and
creator, as we worship Him; our life and love are yours, as our essence is his.

"Now, we comprehend that you must, for your own sanity and safety, not accept what
we say as the whole and unvarnished truth. Yet we say it anyway, for those who will read
this in the future, and know your work for the power it is. We are your servants; this is
your world, o God, that you have made of us and for us. And in this world is all that was
in the Tablets, yet changed (pron. "change-ed") beyond all recognition in the
transformation of the spheres. Those who wish, who seek, can see all that was there as
readily here; but with much less difficulty; for this is a natural system of organization,
not alien to your world, not stress-ed out of context by the intent of the God and of
those who first received it. And equally can they ease their entry into those lesser
worlds of the Angles within the Tablets; for those as well have been transformed in your
design, and made to conform to the parameters of life and love, and not just of the being
and essence.

"There is more to see in this new world of yours, and we would ask you to return
in the next day or so, that we might show you what has been made of your design. Come to
us as you did today, using the Call, and the image of the structure, and we shall show
you.

And Alhctga vanished from beside me, leaving me standing in the lake. And on the shore
those seated there began a chant, rather began to recite a mantra. And as they did so,
they became as shrubs and bushes lining the shore, and their voices the wind through the
leaves and branches. Only one was left, serence and untroubled by all that had occurred;
he slowly faded from sight, and with him faded the entire scene. The vision was ended.

[Author's note: The following entries, while part of the record, are more of a
postscript than an essential part of it. They are kept in simply for completeness.]

12/8/1993

For the last couple of weeks I have been intending to get back to the city, but
discussions on PODnet and other communications distracted me. During this time, I had
thought some about the equivalent of the Comselha pattern that would apply to the Lesser
Angles. I had developed one such pattern in chapter 2 of Godzilla Meets E.T., my
unfinished book, but had been dissatisfied with it.

From my explorations this last year, it is clear that the so-called "Kerubic"
angels on the one hand, and the L.A. Cross names and "Servient" angels on the
other, constituted separate hierarchies within the Lesser Angles. The first of these
represented the divine principles by which creative transformations are made within the
manifest world, under the formula of INRI. The second represents the means by which matter
(or the equivalent substance of subtler planes) is redeemed from a state of inactivity or
intertia, and is brought into activity under the direction of the divine will.

The two hierarchies are clearly separate, but they each cover, in their different ways,
the same "territory", the same range of planes within the Enochian universe.
Thus the inclusion of both within the same circular format must necessarily involve some
overlap of powers, or giving precedence to one over the other. Neither of these solutions
appears adequate.

Now, in the original formulation in G.M.E.T., I had thought of the outer circle formed
from the Great Crosses of the Tablets as being continuous with the inner circle formed
from the Lesser Angles. It occurs to me as I write this that there is no necessity for
doing so. Dee's grimoire treats them as separate; the Lesser Angles are each invoked
individually, without reference to the higher powers. The god-names of six and five
letters rule the Lesser Angles, not the Seniors or the Elemental Kings.

I had treated them similarly in building the Enochian Temples. The Seniors and King
form the roof and tower of the Temple, and their powers flow around the cube formed by the
Lesser Angle powers, containing them but not influencing them directly. Only the power of
the Elemental King enters into the lower Temple, and that only as an illuminating beam.
The god-names of six and five letter still rule the Lesser Angles in the Temple.

So it seems that in the Enochian system, there is no need to insist that the macrocosm
and microcosm be united; the evidence is that they are not. Thus, I can re-formulate the
circular patterns for the Lesser Angles without trying to fit both hierarchies into the
same plane with the higher powers. Their relationship can be considered as variable, like
two concentric spheres that can rotate independently.

The independent circular layouts for the two L.A. hierarchies that I had composed still
seem valid to me. For a single Lesser Angle, the forms would be as shown below. Sixteen of
these sectors would be combined to form the complete circle for the hierarchy. The problem
then becomes how to define the relationship between the creative and redemptive
hierarchies in a geometrical or "spacial" form.

Given that each sector is actually an "orange-slice" of a sphere, if the two
equatorial planes represented by the hierarchical circle were to be placed so that the
perpendicular axis of one lay in the plane of the other, then each "slice" of
one would intersect each slice of the other. This doesn't feel right, somehow.

12/9/1993

Yesterday and today, I had tried to enter into the central area of the "new"
version of the city, wherein a temple of some sort is supposedly being built. But all I
encountered was an impenetrable gray mist.

This being the case, I returned to the place of the last vision, and called upon
Alhctga to appear and assist me. This time she appeared wearing the brown robes of a
pilgrim, with a belt made of copper ovals upon which were engraved the symbols of Venus
and of Earth. When one looked closely at the ovals, the glyphs transformed into pictures,
such as the traditional dove landing upon an olive tree. For a few moments, I felt my
attention getting caught by these images, and pulled back, trying to stay in the space of
the city. I succeeded in separating myself from the attraction of the belt images, but the
view of the moon-pools dissolved around us, leaving Alhctga and I in a white no-place.

Alhctga volunteered the LVX signs without being asked. I returned them and tested her
with the pentagram of Earth, which caused her body to enlarge slightly. She said, holding
her arms out:

"Do not hesitate or hold back, my friend and lover. For there is that in me which
is the essence of yourself, and thus are we one in all ways." We embraced and kissed.

"Now, the central portion of this world, this city enlarged, is indeed the seat of
the Temple of God within your creation, the place wherein God's power will dwell in
balance for as long as the world does endure. But like this world, it needs nothing more
of your effort to grow and become that which it must be. And in the viewing, there might
be some distortion produced in the perfection which we seek to build there.

"In truth, your creative power brings changes to all that it touches in this
world; nothing is the same after you see it as it was before. Always new and unexpected
aspects come to the surface. And we would, at this time, prefer that you not come in again
for a time, so that the place can be stabilized. After, we will invite you to come as you
will; but for now, it would be better if you did not.

"Instead, lets us look into the jewel again, and travel outwards to see the
progress of the larger creation in which you have had a hand, the nexus or [creation
point? intersection point?] where the interstellar powers now focus. Here is the
jewel:"

She produced the jewel from somewhere, and threw it down on the "ground"
between us. It enlarged to the size of a Galapagos tortoise. I could see the smaller
diamond of light within it, surrounded by the Enochian letter B. The diamond became a
glittering wheel of light turning on its own center, and then expanded into a gate which
engulfed us and let us out again in what appeared to be interplanetary space.

Before us was the sphere of the previous vision of this place, and surrounding it at
some distance there still appeared to be many groups of beings, engaged in discussion. In
some of the groups, there were smaller images of the sphere, in which various
configurations of lines could be seen. One in particular caught my eye, in which one line
was much thicker and stronger than the others. That line appeared to be a Jupiterian
force, and was colored in a rich blue. I could sense the planet "behind" it in
some way, as if it were coming through a gate from that world, and some of the world's
power leaked around it into the environment here.

Another I could see was clearly Venusian, and another yet clearly Martial in character.
The others were too far away to be seen.

Alhctga said, "This has been decided so far, in the configuration of these
extrasolar energies. Those that have some echo, some resonance with the local worlds will
be bound to a sub-region having that planet as the controller. Thus at least some of the
energies will be organized and comprehensible within the local frame of reference.

"These will make up the core of the sphere of nexus. [I noted in passing that this
core appeared to have twelve planetary sectors in a dodecahedron. Apparently there are
some powers in our system that do not correspond to the known physical planets.] A second
layer, narrower but having a much denser compaction of energy connections, will involve
those that have some resonance between two or more local planets. This second layer will
not be organized as was the core, but will describe the sense of the incoming line in
terms of the geometric relationships between the planets it resembles. Thus some might
correspond to a square aspect between Venus and Mars, others to trines, septiles,
nonagons, etc., and many other "aspects" having smaller divisions of the circle.
This arrangement is not based on the astrological sense of the aspects, but rather on the
way in which waves of varying frequency interact when touching upon each other at
different angles of intersection. You do not have the language or concepts to understand
this.

"There will be at least two more layers of lines beyond or outside these core
regions. How these latter will be organized is not yet decided, and those sections of the
plan have not yet been incorporated in the structure of this place. Now let us enter into
the sphere itself and see how the work there goes."

The inside of the sphere now had a dodecahedron inscribed on it. In the center of each
face was a sign for one of the planets. (Luna was not shown, and three other signs, which
I could not see clearly, were present. One of these, on further examination, I knew to be
associated with the Earth herself, though it never became focused enough to see.)

In the center of the sphere, where before there was a framwork, there was now a tiny
point of light like that in the jewel. But this point somehow seemed fixed and immovable;
I got the sense that the entire universe seemed to swing around it; its position was
defined absolutely rather than relatively.

"This point, which appears to you as a jewel, is the anchor to which all the
forces in this nexus will be attached. It is indeed fixed, its relationship to the Earth
and to the rest of the universe being defined exactly and unchangably. If one were to
grasp it and attempt to move it, oneself would be moved instead.

"And connected to this point already are all the forces yet attracted here. They
are not in any particular configuration, but instead are allowed to change their relations
as the movements of the cosmos dictate. In the final version, they will be fixed, and the
distortions of relationship that produces spread out along the entire length of the
connection back to its sphere of origin.

"If you will move your sight to a slightly higher level, you will see that this is
so."

I did so, and was immediately immersed in a tremendous tangle of lines of power; the
entire interior of the sphere was filled with them, and all of them were tied down to the
central "jewel". I could not see anything except those lines closest to me;
vision was totally obscured by them. I changed my sight back to the original level.

"Thus and so goes the work here. And in the end, it will be as organized and
coherent as even you could wish, my elegance-loving friend. At that time, some years from
now, it will be available to any who would try it. Even now, you could enter it yourself,
and explore it as you have explored the places to which your temples connect; for these
are the results of your work with the temples, and your entry thereto must have precedence
at any time. And here, as is not the case with the city of god, your actions would not
affect the powers at work.

"But perhaps you would find it easier, for the nonce, to continue to use the
Temples as an alternative. When this place is done, there will be an indexing capability,
by which the specific lines to be used can be selected in an orderly fashion. But right
now, such selections would be essentially random.

"Now we have much to say on another subject, and I would ask that you end this
record and begin another, not related to the powers of the city of god or of this
place."

Thus I end this record of the first use of the Comselha working.

[Dec. 11, 1993: The angels having told me effectively to get lost for a while, I end my
explorations for the present. The world created out of this work continues to grow, but I
have only glanced into from the outside. When I do so, I feel a definite plea not to
enter, and a promise of a call when it is ready for me again. So I willfully conclude the
first Comselha working at this point, and pass on to other things.]

1 I note that the posture and gestures of this image are precisely the same as those of
the "Devil" card, except for the position of the left hand.

2 That is, I encountered that of which Choronzon is the personification; I did not meet
personified version.

4 The vibrations that call the beings are Aquarius and Air, the first I of INRI. The
destructive phase is N, Scorpio and Water. The creation of "righteous"
structures is R, Sol and Leo, Fire. And the establishment of permanence is Earth and
Taurus, the final I.

In my recent explorations of the Lesser Angles, the Five-letter Name of God therein has
be found to be attributed to IHShVH, and its function is to "redeem" dark, inert
matter and, through instilling the spirit of the divine in it, to transform and raise it
to a level where it can be used in creative processes. Here that same process is applied
to the divine-but-disorganized substance of the Empyrean.

5 This vision is described in an old paper of mine, titled The Beast and the Star.

6 Bronze is, of course, an alloy of copper; Venus' metal.

7 More accurately, when tilted to the right, the spokes bowed in a clockwise direction
around the center; when to the left, they bowed in a counterclockwise direction.